Lora Cooley (September 28 / San Diego)
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A Storm
These scars will fade away
But never disappear
The cause of this harm will go unnoticed by people all around
But count me among those gifted few
Who will raise there fists like lightning rods to god
And if he strikes us down
And he will strike me down
I will scream until he sees what he doesn't want to see
A broken soul
Yea its true originality is the word for your poem
Hi up and coming bard
keep it up.
There is originality
in your poems.
Ask whoever.