Kendaysia Milton Poems

How gentle a doctor hand
Its soundless motion travels with care
rushing over the wombs that bare
Commanding to know the mystery,
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The hole is darken
Filled with fear, bodies broken, scars open,
Memories flowing, mind gone, eyes open,
The hole darkens
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We are who we are because of the past
We think that it stops us if it was good or bad
The pain never stops,
The memories never fade,
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In winter I saw a figure,
Smiling; often unwelcome by the life of others
Watching people enjoy their lives, their last or their beginning.
He hears and sees the things they can't imagine
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