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My Chaos.
Listen to the town kids,
Laughing and smiling.
Every day it gets darker,
The small hope flickering; Reshaping.
Every one walks around blind.
Wish for understanding,
On your knees, crying for comfort.
Watch as the oblivious become the ignorant.
Form your solid lone bubble,
Escape from the insanity.
As the skys shade over,
The chaos rains down.
Screaming and shouting,
Helpless pleas of distant,
Unreachable hope.
Cry for the young,
Cry for the wary.
Cry because it's gone.
Laughing and smiling.
Every day it gets darker,
The small hope flickering; Reshaping.
Every one walks around blind.
Wish for understanding,
On your knees, crying for comfort.
Watch as the oblivious become the ignorant.
Form your solid lone bubble,
Escape from the insanity.
As the skys shade over,
The chaos rains down.
Screaming and shouting,
Helpless pleas of distant,
Unreachable hope.
Cry for the young,
Cry for the wary.
Cry because it's gone.
Published 23rd Apr 2013
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