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Kellie Doyle Poem
Look deep into the eyes of the predator.
Look into the anger, the hate and the fear backed by the ever wanting urge to kill.
Look into the eyes of the predator.
The eyes that rip through flesh; that tare through purity and righteousness; that pierce the white dainty exterior of the prey.
Look into the eyes of the predator.
Look deep and see a child, one so innocent and unknowing.
See the pain and the anguish, the fears and the flesh mutilating wounds.
Look into the eyes of the predator.
See the exact moment when time became too much to bear, when one more breath became a choice between life and death.
Look into the eyes of the predator.
What is it that you see but the embodiment of the prey.
Copyright © Kellie Doyle | Year Posted 2013
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Kellie Doyle Poem
Its midnight in the garden where the children dance and play.
Where worries are no more than a campfire tale and happiness is donned at birth rather than sought after til death.
And in the garden where the children are laughing, there are magnificent flowers and animals not fierce but romantically daunting.
The oceans cascade from the mountains, cleansing the earth.
But as the children play, people stare from outside the gates that surround the garden.
The people begin to cry because they are trapped on the outside, tormented to look upon what they cannot have.
Then a man from outside the gates reaches past his tears to udder a few devilish words.
“I must be in hell.”
But before the man could truly feel pity for himself, a little girl from inside the garden stops dancing and playing. She looks at the man and whispers.
“Don’t let sorrow fall upon your heart, for you are not in hell but only cursed with the burden of truth, and one day soon I will begin to question my own happiness, just as human nature condemns us to do and at that moment I myself will be burdened with the harshness of reality.”
And as the girl again began to play and dance the man began to smile.
For the human nature that consumes all man struck him at that moment and filled his heart with thoughts of equality.
Copyright © Kellie Doyle | Year Posted 2013
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