TearsA Poem by TurtleClark
your pen created the world in which i dwell
i simply wish your scribbles hadn't created such a fiery hell The forest are burning down to nothing answer me this why create this something The boys and girls all cry tears that sting never allowed to approach the swing your brush strokes created for fun Mothers and fathers refusing to care for their young placing them on door steps under the rising sun Celebrating lives that never were began the little fragile hands holding to mommies whose are covered in minuscule holes Do u see this world and the torture within the fights that occur between the closest of friends Destroy this canvas and begin again replenish theses souls make strong the weak for i am tired of the tears that stain the world
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8 Reviews Added on January 15, 2013 Last Updated on January 15, 2013 AuthorTurtleClarkHarrisburg, PAAboutWho are we truly? We walk through this expanse of life that we are given blind to what is truly surrounding us. There are few who see it all, who look beyond what is solely in front of them and they a.. more..Writing
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