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Nicole Anderson Poem
Bang, there goes another.
Another life, another meaning,
Gone. Gone like the rain in the desert
Never to return.
It’s the sad truth that our children
Our teenagers
Cannot live in harmony together on our Earth.
We turn to the isolation.
To the pain.
To the self-hatred and the bitterness.
But what do we gain?
Our lives are not statistics.
We do not deserve this belittling
We do not deserve this treatment.
And yet we still take it all in stride.
We fall and we fall but it never seems to end.
And so we take everyone down with us in the long run.
When will we learn to grab hold,
and stop this incessant falling,
this constant drowning in our thoughts, in the shouting words of others?
Bang, there goes another.
A lost purpose, a lonely child.
Never to see themselves better than the ugly words of others
ever again.
Copyright © Nicole Anderson | Year Posted 2014
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Nicole Anderson Poem
The path is winding,
Twisting and stretching.
Reminding us all to keep minding
The things we do.
Our lives -
Are coming to a close.
This we know,
As we all march along.
The world is drifting,
Slipping and falling,
As it comes into view.
No life is better,
Than living this way.
I hope it is swift
And I can leave today.
The whole of us all;
We shake and shiver.
We know this is the last,
The last of our tremors.
The path is winding,
Twisting and stretching.
I hope it keeps reminding
The things that I did.
Copyright © Nicole Anderson | Year Posted 2014
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