Gratitude.A Poem by Tinotenda NyevedzanaiPoem - ATCThe crowd claps hands together Awards are presented Gold Medals Blue Ribbons Fancy Bits of Paper. The silent wind beneath mechanical wings get scorched by a sarcastic sun, A winning grin. The violent pain for granted taken Of course by loving someone. The sweaty, bloody tears forever hidden. Black ash flaked out bits of paper. Turns dust into bitter scrap Sharp and useless disregarded No credit, no acknowledgement No pat on the back. No Team, No Track.
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Added on March 30, 2015Last Updated on May 15, 2015 AuthorTinotenda NyevedzanaiDallas, KentAboutJust a fifteen year old who enjoys reading and writing. Music makes me happy. New works are in the making and are going to be published soon more..Writing
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