Dawn Michelle

Rookie (8/3/91 / Van Nuys, California)

Iwho Are The Afflicted? /I - Poem by Dawn Michelle

What causes more pain?
They ask nonchalantly
Not knowing who’s sane.
I say with regret
What’s worse than living?
They ask unaware
Alive but not breathing.
I cringe as I speak
Does it kill us all?
They ask with no interest
If the broken all fall.
I say with no pride
What hurts worse then tears?
They ask with sarcasm
Holding tight all your fears.
I say with closed eyes
Who’s the exaggerator?
They ask with no feeling.
The pained crying slayer.
I say with a tear.
Then who are the afflicted?
They ask with true caution
Those who know much.
I speak no more words

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, December 7, 2006

Poem Edited: Saturday, December 4, 2010


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