DisastersA Poem by C. Lee BattagliaWe all in our lives have had that time where we were down in the dumps.DISASTERS C. Lee Battaglia When your very own globe, Starts to shake, Creating cracks and earth quakes, Done with the shaking, You realize the disasters. The sky is full of dust, The ground is full of holes, Your glass showing the world, slowly shatters. When I try to fix the breaking surroundings, My life is a mess of glue, Trying to place my mess, Back around to the missing corners. When I was alone, I was in darkness. I needed people to light the way for me, But now it’s just me and the worlds disasters. People wondered what I’d become, But really, no one actually knows. Maybe I’m just part of a disaster. No, I can’t be fixed. Because I’m a disaster, Waiting to happen
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StatsAuthorC. Lee BattagliaAlpine, UTAboutMy name is C. Lee Battaglia and I love to read… I read so much that my Mom grounds me from reading and tells me to go do something else. I am 20 years old. I hated reading when I was little .. more..Writing
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