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Broken CityThis is the broken city Where the children laugh and play The mothers sit out side Eyes filled with plague Where every day the fathers leave To find something new To meet someone else And leave them alone too This is the broken city Where new life is unborn Lungs breathe in wretched air Of streets fill with hate and scorn Where the elders live in death In filthy rags they lay Fall asleep at night Wake to die each dayBroken City
by ~aamenda
Black BirdThe black bird out the window-Staring at me. Looking into my soul- What does he see? Does he feel any empathy? Or is it just an act of sympathy?Black Bird
Oh, shouldn't I be ashamed? Oh, my thoughts- have turned into blame. Why don't I feel any shame? This is all just a part of your foolish game. Black bird, black bird, tell me how to feel.
On my knees I will kneel. Pleading for you to let my heart heal. Begging for you My pain to steal.
Oh, shouldn't I be ashamed? Oh, my thoughts have turned into blame. Why don't I feel any shame? This is all
by ~aamenda
strangerI say hello to you Whoever you are What is your name? Oh, stranger afar Do you wish to haunt me? Or bring me much joy Like a baby Playing with his new favorite toy. And again I say hello But the wind must have swept the words from me Because your voice remains silent Like a prisoner who is not free Why can’t you hear me? I come even closer now Surely my words do not fail me You still do not hear me somehow. Who are you? My words echo in the dawn Though when my words reach you You become a memory that is long forgone I said hstranger
by ~aamenda
SallySally ran to her room, slammed the door Her weary knees hit the floor. On that night, she'd pray For God to not let her wake up the very next day. Everything went quiet in the still of the night As Sally held on to her pillow oh-so-tight. Her mother ran into her room two seconds to late As she found out what would be her daughter’s fate. A mother seeing her daughter, breathless in bed She held her cold hand close to her head. Knowing she didn't even get to tell her daughter goodbye She didn't know what to do; all she could do was cry. Trying so hard not to believe it wasSally
by ~aamenda
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