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Author: Reyavie
Fiction Rated: T - English - Angst - Reviews: 3 - Published: 10-27-05 - Updated: 10-27-05 - id:2036782

I can’t explain it

This urge to cry

Tears pushed back

I don’t know

Who has this answer?

All see me yet don’t

All watch them but not

Forced smile

Ready drops

No one dries

My hands hurt

My knees bleed

I know I fell

Yet nobody helped

Not a soul looked

Pained frown

I rise alone

Wipe the dust away

Find the dirty trails

My pain has already done

No! No! Stop!

Blood mixes with salt

Water with dust

Inside meets outside

And I fall again

Caring not to stand

Sun has set

Night has come

There’s no light

Hope to hold on

Why should I rise?

A child runs in front of me

Small innocent star

Mother’s hands guide

Where are mine now?

Did I stray that far

As my light die?

I don’t want to hear, see

That I no longer have

Pathetic my reason to stand

Fear of a small child

Little one, never be me

Never let go of those hands

Follow my course

Or the blood trails I leave

As I run from you

Me, years in the past.

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