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Tc Cunningham Poem
Such a short distance,
As Time has now Run Dry;
On a world so abused,
even God begins to cry.
A world we now have, that continues to betray;
The innocence of our children and the smiles they display...
Forced into the evils of a man's sexual maze..
morbidly manicured,
So that the evil can graze.
Leaving behind all the damage and distrust,
and lives to be lived,
in scattered disarray;
Innocence now aborted,
as its stolen and then caged;
As children grow into junkies, with the need to numb their pain;
Refusing to pull the cork, From their bottled up rage;
Others, hiding behind success;
now begin to seek, so to graze upon their prey;
Destroying all the smiles and innocence in their way...
Copyright © Tc Cunningham | Year Posted 2020
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Tc Cunningham Poem
As I wade through these waters,
Cold, damp and up to my knees;
Looking forward to my next step,
Rolling up my sleeve;
When upon a sudden depth,
I plunge...
Deeper into my blackened sea;
Unable to swim
Dropping to one knee;
Wounded by my needle,
I BLEED...
Feeling,
as if only moments from my last breath,
I cough with relief.
Trapped in a vortex,
As the swirling waves engulf me...
Vision blurs,
As I last dry heave;
My chest begins to seize...
Unable to swim;
As I reach my reality.
Wounded by the needle ,
I BLEED...
Copyright © Tc Cunningham | Year Posted 2020
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