Cece Dev


Euphoria - Poem by Cece Dev

She's surrounded but she's so alone.
Can't call for help when the walls close in.
So she sits there awaiting the end.
The guns will sound much too close to her head,
And call in the troops to correct her flaws.
And they call her Euphoria
And they call her Euphoria
For she's surrounded but she's so alone
No one to love and no one to hold.
She will be alone when the rain pours in
And they call her Euphoria
And they call her Euphoria
For all on her own,
With so much to show
For a lifetime.
She will sit there
Little meaning she sees.
And they call her Euphoria
And they call her Euphoria

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Poem Submitted: Monday, September 23, 2013

Poem Edited: Monday, September 23, 2013


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