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Metaphors
May 8, 2014
It's time
for my broken sun to set.
To befall the shadows
taste of death.
To crave a misshapen
need for life,
and awaken from the
grasp of ones unspoken dreams.
Falling apart isn't
a spoken symbols truth,
but sighing for help
is ones true painful cry.
If you listen
thunder and wind
yell out the earth pain
of unjust suffering
due upon her peoples name.
© Ilyssa N., New City, NY
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