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..UnEnding..
Familiar beats of hatred,
The constant reminder of her living.
Chest rising, falling.
Fists curled,
Nails greeting ruby red.
Tired. Sick.
Sick and tired.
Always chasing a tail,
Always getting dealt a shitty hand.
Dull green orbs reflect back;
They always said,
She had her mother's eyes.
The constant reminder of her living.
Chest rising, falling.
Fists curled,
Nails greeting ruby red.
Tired. Sick.
Sick and tired.
Always chasing a tail,
Always getting dealt a shitty hand.
Dull green orbs reflect back;
They always said,
She had her mother's eyes.
Published 29th Mar 2013
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Anonymous
29th Mar 2013 1:45pm
I like the chopped up style, short lines and frantic anger feeling in this poem, dark write indeed, nicely penned!
29th Mar 2013 4:32pm
