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Bonnie Frascarelli Poem
Stuck in this cave inside my head.
Used to be dark and ominous, now it's a safe place instead.
Your voice is just a whisper now,
as the blackness washes over me like a shower.
Nails dig into my flesh as I hold myself close to me.
Too much pain, have to keep it hidden so no one else can see.
The torture, the tears, all the times my soul was ground
into the earth, since the very day of my birth.
I try to smile on the outside, It's not so easy.
I try to believe that love and life is pleasing. But the fear of repeating life's
mistakes is too heart wrenching.
There is a light at the end of my tunnel.
Beckoning me to come outside of myself.
I inch my way, trust is not so easy.
Closer now , I feel the warmth cover me.
Could this be a dream, or is my soul finally free
Copyright © Bonnie Frascarelli | Year Posted 2012
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Bonnie Frascarelli Poem
Suffer the children in this place of pain,
Where everything changes, nothing stays the same.
You show a sign of careing and they just turn their heads,
walk down the street, all the faces look dead.
No one enjoys the feel of the sun,
They just wait for the day to be done.
Wake to face a new crises, Where hearts are put on tables,
and someone dices.
To bleed would only show weakness,
We can't let them know how bleak it is.
Let them know their future is around the corner,
Show them where the door is.
Teach them what you think is right, Make them feel it's
worth the fight.
Copyright © Bonnie Frascarelli | Year Posted 2012
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