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Story untold
Half way grown
Lost from home
Nothing but a drone
Whisper never heard
Meaning blurred
Innocence cured
Face furred
Grief scared
Existence barred
Neck jarred
Eyes reduced to shards
Blue glazed
Red blazed
Sentience dazed
Body enslaved
Arm torn
Hands scorned
Legs mourned
Hate born
Bodies decay
Life pays
Death plays
We pain
Half way grown
Lost from home
Nothing but a drone
Whisper never heard
Meaning blurred
Innocence cured
Face furred
Grief scared
Existence barred
Neck jarred
Eyes reduced to shards
Blue glazed
Red blazed
Sentience dazed
Body enslaved
Arm torn
Hands scorned
Legs mourned
Hate born
Bodies decay
Life pays
Death plays
We pain
Published 10th Mar 2014
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It seems that each short line has a story to tell. All your poems are interesting; your style of poetry is unique. I never know what to say, but they’re really thought provoking. I enjoy reading them.
11th Mar 2014 3:00am
Thank you so much! That means a lot! I'm glad you enjoy my pieces and my writing style.
19th Mar 2014 2:09am
I grew up in Harlem in the '70s when heroin flowed like water and men like Nicky Barnes and Frank James were villainous gods ...
This reminds me of the addicts on the streets who seemed to grow like corn stalks to my eleven year old eyes
Cool piece
This reminds me of the addicts on the streets who seemed to grow like corn stalks to my eleven year old eyes
Cool piece
20th Mar 2014 1:05am
