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Sarah Li Poem
I am violence
I yearn for peace
I sit on fields for days and days
eager for its arrival
I do see men,
splitting their skin and tearing their flesh
Blood coats me like once water did,
now I see water as tears of their families
Days turn into years
I still wait patiently
I don't see men anymore,
I see lifeless bodies piling up near me
But I don't budge
I still wait aimlessly
I see it finally; somewhere in the clouds
Perhaps it is a star or it just hides among them
I can't reach it
I cry and wail and scream of longing that turned into pain
Yet I find it drift away
I bury myself under the soil with no hope
All I see is grief and vain
Peace doesn't lay here
Peace doesn't lay where I do;
I was a lie, a ghost of nothing
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Sarah Li Poem
I smelled of lavenders when she first held me,
With her tiny hands and smile of a dove.
I became her best friend,
She would meet me day and night,
Feed me and put me to sleep.
I watched her grow into a woman,
She doesn't visit me so often now,
Only at nights as I lay there on the bed, hungry all day.
When she comes she doesn't sleep,
She weeps into my fur, wetting it with her tears,
The stains dry but her grief doesn't,
And I would carry it like her best friend.
Then she says,
About her heartbreaks and lost hopes,
She tears a part of her heart and pumps it into me,
I look at it, her heart, and see how she is still the kid I met once.
I look closer and reach places no one has gone before,
And I thought I was looking at a mirror,
It was me.
I pondered how much I am of her,
I am her,
The little child she lost
Copyright © Sarah li | Year Posted 2024
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