Rick Sanchez C154 (bigbadwolfeboro) wrote,
Rick Sanchez C154
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Some poetry

 





Claude

 

Alone on a street corner,

Stands a man.

 

But no one sees him.

They wouldn’t see him.

Even if he weren’t invisible.

 

Society forgets,

Overlooks,

Ignores,

Those who make it all possible,

Keep us safe,

Do what we cannot.

 

They are all invisible, hidden.

 

The man is hiding,

Hiding with a special gift,

But I see him anyway.

 

Does he see me?

Does he know I see him?

Will it matter?

Or will he vanish again,

Like a ghost?

 

9/4/07  4:45AM





Broken

 

Broken…

Shattered…

Shredded…

Torn…

Violated!

 

Held together by will alone.

 

Not all the scars have healed,

Not all are visible.

 

Others are careless,

And would tear open deep wounds,

And would damage what little healing has occurred.

 

I say:

ENOUGH!

NO MORE!

 

And they wonder that I am angry;

They wonder why I fight.

 

I have walked the path of self destruction,

 

And I will let none lead me back to it.

 

Never again.

 

9/25/07  2:02AM


Tags: claude rains, heroes, me, poetry
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