![]() BROKENA Poem by Cassie Fraga![]() A hand of depression dips pictures of remembering into a dissolve Ache… Behind stolen powers beautiful obsessions become nightmares Against universal language weakness becomes unnerving It’s a constant… An infinity of a fatal unique rage that burns anguished questions of “Why did you have to do this to me?” Flame… It deepens with a richly colored sharp tip that draws downward slicing the soul With every breath taken it leaves wounds that contain powers of confusion Sensations… deluded © 2012 Cassie FragaAuthor's Note
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26 Reviews Added on December 30, 2011 Last Updated on January 13, 2012 Author![]() Cassie FragaWAAboutI AM THE GIRL... 1. I am the girl who people say is a "dreamer" or "over imaginative"... they are correct... I am this way because I like the view from the clouds, my world looks more .. more..Writing
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