Vignettes of Stolen YearsA Poem by beautifulblade4/10/15
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My innocence bore marks of bloody-eyed beasts as they gnawed on the skeletal remains of my childhood. ii. Radioactivity haunted my dreams, but the haz-mat suit itched and I thought the warning signs were for those who didn't want to be special. iii. You painted stained-glass window shades and hid behind the misconceptions, tainted memories and perceptions of what it felt like to be loved. iv. You made me think I was special; but it was years before I realized how many lies you told in your silence. v. Tomorrows were run-ons of continuous yesterdays, kept me trapped in a past I could only fight with sharp edged steel and secrets. vi. Cancer and old age never seemed to slow you down, but something took away your voice when all I needed was "I'm sorry." vii. I shared a secret I was never told to keep, but still hid it inside stained-glass rooms until walls finally shattered perceptions of you. © 2015 beautifulbladeAuthor's Note
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Added on December 2, 2015 Last Updated on December 2, 2015 AuthorbeautifulbladeMNAboutMy name is Mariah Lichty. I'm 20 years old and have been writing for around six years. more..Writing
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