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Sherree Riggs Poem
Must we look at the world from an adult view
seeing all that is wrong?
Or should we reside in our childhood
on the beating wings of birds?
Or are we to let it slip away
on fleeting butterfly wings?
Copyright © Sherree Riggs | Year Posted 2007
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Sherree Riggs Poem
The Asylum of her mind
is a dark and twisted thing.
Full of hate and pain
no one understands it.
It's gates are the strongest,
nothing can get past them.
Reinforced with steel,
lined with rock, sorrow, and rage.
Hate and pain are the padding in her room,
Where she sits oh, so patiently.
Mummering to herself so peacefully.
Her father comes to see her.
She see's his face
and her eyes begin to blaze.
Hate flares, and she begins to scream hate filled things.
I tried to tell you she yells.
I tried to warn you.
But you just wouldn't listen.
I told you something was wrong.
Now look at me.
Look at me in my Asylum.
Copyright © Sherree Riggs | Year Posted 2007
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Sherree Riggs Poem
Roses and hugs go dark,
blackened out by lies and hate.
Love is forgotten,
the screaming begins.
Old mistakes are brought up.
Secrets brought up.
Hate is out in the open.
Copyright © Sherree Riggs | Year Posted 2007
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Sherree Riggs Poem
Darkness comes and darkness goes.
Or is it here to stay?
A new dawn comes accompanying the day.
Yet still the darkness lingers on.
Copyright © Sherree Riggs | Year Posted 2007
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