On Charge Poem by Haley Brown

On Charge



The batteries slowly dies,
Like she does inside.
Its color is fading,
She can no longer hide.
The sounds she blocks out,
Are the sounds she doesn't want to hear.
The trademark, appering to be smooth,
Are the scars she can't let appear.

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Joseph Poewhit 14 August 2008

Paints a stoic picture of a sad person

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