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She hides in the shadows, sheilding her face,
this child never laughs, this child never smiles.
Longing the warmth of a mother's embrace,
her body is broken from wandering miles.

Her face stained with tears, from nights when she cries,
she walks throgh the darkness, screaming their names.
Despite all the pain, her hope never dies,
she's searching to find the place whence she came.

They left her behind, did they even care?
She calls to the ones that watch from above.
She falls to the ground as her strength does wear,
all she ever wanted was to be loved.

As she takes her last breath, the light shines through,
because the devil was an angel too...




This poem is lame. This poem is strange.
It's boring. It's stupid. It wont get me fame.

This poem is red, This poem is green.
This poem is all of the colours not in-between.

This poem is short, This poem is long.
It's entertaining, It's weak, It's strong.

Why are you reading? Why don't you write?
Why not put pen to paper - Make it dark! - Make it bright!

Were my words that important that you'd continue to read as I write?
It's activity to pass the unbearable night.

Fight through the terror. Don't try and be brave.
Finish this poem and my spirit be raised.

But pay no attention to what my words say,
this poem is lame; this poem is strange.