Zoe Guillory Poems

Though the world on the other side of the river
is peaceful, you don't take more than a glance.
You allow your emotional war to continue,
hoping that someone-anyone-will notice the pain,
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The rustle of leaves,
The patter of tiny feet,
The whisper of the river,
The stillness of the air,
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Mockingbirds are the only
birds to sing all the colors.
The most beautiful of them all
is the saddest, and she sings
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Though the world
just beyond the darkness
in which the girl was
curled up was unreachable,
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I was born at a drumbeat,
the blare of a trumpet.
A homecoming parade
to mark my arrival.
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A house for the dead who are not dead.
A cage, a prison where you hold your abusers.
Beautiful on the outside. Inviting.
Like a mansion, welcoming and decorated.
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Tiny, brown, innocent eyes
that have only seen the world for a year
peer over the cheep, run-down wood
as gentle, yet clumsy fingers
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Reach out and rewind your clock before
it melts away like the flow
of crimson from a dying animal
that slowly loses its color,
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I sit quietly under the trees, staring at my barrier of leaves.
They whisper against each other, telling me the stories
of a long-forgotten past. Of a world many generations ago,
that housed a very different people.
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I am afraid of the Darkness and the Light,
the Eyes that lurk behind the Trees of Honesty,
waiting to catch our Mistakes.
I am afraid that the End may be near,
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