Descent (standard:poetry, 169 words)
Author: Ms. Blue Fire	Added: May 10 2002	Views/Reads: 3314/0	Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
Description of a state of mind that no one wants to be in.

The battered child turns its big eyes on me 

Smiles as blood fills his tears 

Help me he cries, stretching his arm 

To me as I cringe against the wall, paralysed. 

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That child is me, crying out for a hero 

Just like the poetry is me, begging for release 

The blood pumps through my shattered veins 

Surely as the poison spreads through my traumatized body. 

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I am drowning in the sea of fate 

Someone throws me an anchor now and then 

And it sustains until they lose me 

Leaving me alone and choking in my dreams of grandeur. 

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Strange dreams are these, strange themes 

Crying children and weeping angels with sores on their faces 

Their arms bent upwards and their souls lost 

Pulling me unrelentlessly into their mindless torment. 

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I struggle everyday to maintain my dues 

I walk the streets of no return, under skies that know no sun 

I pause at the clouded windows and closed doors 

Shut out, put out, alone, scared. 

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