Briana Quinn

Conflict

putting my back against the world and my face to the wall, i hear a strange yet familiar voice cry out for me. It speaks of bliss and controversy. It's shaky and nervous, like tears rolling down their cheeks. My happiness is ending and my depression is starting. My loved ones are dying and my enemies are strong. Nothing seems right. Iam weak but i intimidate others. Those who are strong laugh and patronize those who are weak. The doves are extinct and the vultures are eating and flying around all of us. Waiting for us to die off one at a time so they can eat. We have no future for us.

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, January 2, 2010

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