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Marcedy Sumner Poem
With screams echoing through these halls,
Smoke begins to rise.
Retuning to these murder filled walls,
It's the past I have learnt to despise.
Lights flashing red, blue, and white.
Sitting up against the door,
We've held up one hell of a fight.
A knock on the door.
"You'll deal with my son first!"
They pulled my beaten brother by the wrist,
As they cursed,
Ignoring my bleeding mother.
Scared and traumatized,
We have survived.
Copyright © Marcedy Sumner | Year Posted 2013
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Marcedy Sumner Poem
Biting my tounge to draw blood,
All because it turned out you're a dud.
I ponder where I went wrong,
Then realize it was you all along.
I have priorities and you're lost inside,
So who really is going to lose their pride?
I know where I am and where I am meant to be;
Dont you see,
I wont let this effect me.
Love ruins poetry,
It confuses the truth and makes you feel soothed.
Well look out because I am back and strong enough this time to attack.
Copyright © Marcedy Sumner | Year Posted 2013
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