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Trauma
Living in the past
A boy reliving a holocaust
Stirring up old memories that now sat covered with dust
Wrap it up or throw it out but even so no happiness will ever last.
For the memories haunt him of his forever past.
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The War
Wishing an end to these fiery days
Looking out the window, I see dreams flying away.
Them clear blue eyes;
That you were ever so fond.
Was it out of naivety;
Or simply an alibi.
An alibi.
A lie.
To soar for the skies.
To manipulate the people who would never bat an eye.
Oh.
The questions;
The world,
Corkscrewing down into a swirl.
What started the bombs and fire?
The state of our nation? Simply a shocking satire.
For the clear blue eyes,
Became the start of a generation’s cry.
This will never end.
Get me out of here.
I’ve been in the dark for way too long.
Is help even near?
For not much longer can I act strong
I’m scared I’ll wither
For the pain Im feeling is way too prolonged.
