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Anonymous And Broken Poem
I told you that you were a ray of sunshine,
In my endless supply of cloudy days.
I told you that I cared for you,
In that ocean of violent waves.
I told you that I carried you,
Through that frigid, cold harbor.
I told you that I hated you,
Over the field of melted lava.
I told you that I wanted to marry you,
Across that field of yellow flowers.
I told you that I lied to you,
Outside this raging fire.
I told you that we would be together,
But that's simply not the truth.
For life does just the opposite,
And makes me sit alone in this booth.
I told you that I needed you,
When I wasn't doing well.
Now I truly need you,
Since I'm in this depressive spell.
I love you my dear,
But you won't come tonight.
So the gun forces me to choose...
Was this decision right?
Copyright © Anonymous And Broken | Year Posted 2020
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Anonymous And Broken Poem
Shaking Box
As I sit alone inside this chasm of death,
Where the box shakes and the room bleeds,
I am left with the choice of foe or friend,
For the gun forces me to choose who is filled with greed.
As I look upon my childhood friends,
I can’t help but think,
That the thing that keeps me alive is time…
And the pull of the trigger is slower than upward raindrops.
Force me to choose, volatile fiend!
For I cannot stand to see my fellow being be determined by my answer.
But when the sound is silent,
I try not to be violent,
But the shaking box always worries me…
Copyright © Anonymous And Broken | Year Posted 2020
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