Olivia Struthers Poet Free verse

4,600 Insignificant Deaths

Your words are knives
And I have no more
Smiles to cover the 
Scars.
Hollow eyes stare 
Ahead at a crippled
Future.
Veins full with the
Poison of self-hatred
Pump to your  
Heart.
A life wasted on
The horrors of the world.
A test subject born
To lose.
Added to the number 
Of how many 
Have failed. 
An insignificant death.
4,600

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Arthur Vaso April 26, 2015 at 1:32 AM Very powerful! Olivia Struthers April 26, 2015 at 5:01 PM Thanks!(:

Wally Flint April 25, 2015 at 9:04 PM How sad, but very well written. An excellent poem. A 7. Olivia Struthers April 26, 2015 at 5:01 PM Thank you very much!

Nigel Fox April 25, 2015 at 4:28 PM Er ! 4,6001.6 and a half n a bit of a quarter ! Olivia Struthers April 26, 2015 at 5:01 PM Haha I am corrected!