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Rachel Pitts Poem
This Rage is I....
in me, wanting to be loosed.
Begging to be free.
It eats away at my soul,
and it will continue to, until there is nothing left.
It will tear and rip and beat it's way out
and I will be myself no more.
For it will take over my whole being,
the entire nation of my body.
For my heart will be void, and my conscious unknown.
Rage is not a burden,
but an upbringing of something.
The Rage that I will inflict on this world
is unable to be described
and this poem is only a glimpse
of what is to come.
For it will not be known
until it has come.
And it will be apocalyptic.
Because years of Rage can build up and become
higher than the Tower of Babel.
And it will consume this Earth
until it is oblivious....
and all will be gone because of Rage....
Copyright © Rachel Pitts | Year Posted 2008
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Rachel Pitts Poem
I stay here
Right here, in the middle
of all of this world
watching,
as it slowly turns rapid spins
leaving me right here
in the middle,
as my life, and you
slowly drift away
I cry to you,
the reader of this poem
wishing you would see
how much I need you
What's wrong with this picture?
Why is it broken?
Open your eyes and see what's in front of you.
Find me out here...
In the Middle
Copyright © Rachel Pitts | Year Posted 2008
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Rachel Pitts Poem
Look at the dead
Smiling at me
I look back
Afraid of what I'll see
I see my father
All nice and clean
But when I see his eyes
All I do is scream
Empty holes
Like a desolate night sky
I stare and stare
And wonder why
Hast thou forsaken me
Am all my fears
I look back and understand
What happened during all those years
The dead are my friends
They give me love
But not anymore
Than the One above...
Copyright © Rachel Pitts | Year Posted 2008
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