Kathryn Kubacki

Essentially, all that I've learned
Through the troubles, twists, and terrible turns
Is that one cannot sit through their whole life and pout
One must wonder and try to figure things out
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A gentle breeze on your face
Comrades march in front, behind
Heads held high
Drum leads the march
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Today some are born
Today some have died
Today crowds have cheered
Today children have cried
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Tender heart
Thoughtful eyes
Broken glass
Man storms out
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Torn sheets
Shattered plates
Tearstained mirror
Bloodstained rug
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Broken hope
Fading luster
Rotten wood
Foggy glass
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Strong hands
Tight grip
Curled fingers
Wrap around my throat
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Love is a burning flame
Glowing in the darkness
A warm bulb of life
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Silent night
Luminous stare
Watchful eyes
Wiry hair
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A long journey
A dimly lit road
A couple stumbles
Get back up
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You feel it coming closer
Heart pounding, ears ringing
Closing in, shadows loom
Obscuring your view
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No more laughter
No more tears
No more crying
No more cheers
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You beat me down
Not with fists,
But with words
I cannot run
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People cry
They sob
When the pain
Becomes too much
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Fills the air you breath
Watches in the day
Yet looms in the shadows
Never showing its face
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As I walk down this newfound road
Sharp thorns bristle
Sunflowers grow
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He was so happy, my sweet little friend. Smiles for miles, I never thought it would end.
He was clumsy, a bit of a mess, never an implication of what might be suppressed.
At one moment in time he began to show signs, but whenever I inquired, my accusations he denied.
My sweet little friend became so much more blue, his personality was very askew.
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Song drives the world forward, presses onward
Notes being hurled, thrown forth from shining horns
Seemingly random, never straightforward
From chords in tandem melody is born
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