Seen too muchA Poem by Lydia Waldock
I am what I've seen
I am made nothing more than skin and bone The flesh that was written on my body was never mine to keep Hair cut and greased I am what I've seen I've seen mountains crushed to dust Blood on trees Broken irises Screaming and laughing tears I've seen more than these young eyes allow me to express No longer have I been the person of soft disparities I am just tribulations of rough skins And lost dreams and anger I didn't feel lucky I didn't feel lonely I just felt plain I am What I've seen
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StatsAuthorLydia WaldockBritish Columbia, CanadaAbout21 year old lover of poetry even bigger lover of writing poetry some trash some gold. life's tough might as well make some art more..Writing
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