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Helping
November 5, 2011
He stares at me
With his soft red eyes
His silver-white hair
Flowing in the wind
I don’t feel
He stares at me
Wishing to help
My troubled twisted soul
But he knows he can’t
Darkness is around us
The darkness he can see through
Darkness I can’t see through
Because it is mine
My darkness
Full of death
And suffering
He is beside me
Holding my hand
As if it is my heart
He holds on tight
And hugs my neck
A scream is heard
It is nice
Tearing from my lips
As I am plunged into the darkness
With my friend at my side
© Melanie M., Hendersonville, TN
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