C.R. Ebowski Poems

There are wars that are to be won
And there are wars to be lost
There are lives to be saved
And there are lives to be lost
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I walked home, a yellow backpack I wore
Dreading the moment that was in store
For inside my pack was yellow card
That would reaffirm me being a retard
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Darkness bleeds through the window,
Rejecting the soft light in the room.
A cold chill can be felt through the brick,
Smothering the steam from the bathroom.
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I struggle for the right words to say
To explain to you why I did this
I fight back unwanted emotions
That might give away what I can not resist
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How could this happen to me
I lived my life with integrity
Knowing what I want to be
And expecting that should be
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all that can be heard
is the pitter-patter of my feet
as I run away
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Step outside and hear the moon yell at the sun
Witness the evolution of the world coming undone
Feel the pain deep down in the bottom of your heart
Smell the destruction of our lives being torn apart
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Close your eyes
Feel the smoothness of the grip
The little ridges on the edge
The coldness of the plastic
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I don’t understand
Somebody please explain
Why my buddy died
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Day in and day out I confide in you,
Trusting the security you guaranteed.
Never would I have thought you'd do
Anything to make me bleed.
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