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Finding Solace
The eyes awash with heavy tears,
Blinked rapidly,
Lids fluttering,
Slamming shut with sudden urgency,
Panic becoming its only salvation,
Forcing its way through the whites,
Straining,
Blinding.
Blackness swirling around,
Closing in,
Wrapping itself quite like her mother’s shawl,
A childhood memory long forgot,
Innocence that had escaped her,
Breaking free with every lash,
It had been taken with force never to be returned
Vengeance was her only option,
Only friend in this pitiful thing called life.
Eyes strained,
Marked with tracks of fear,
Witness to their masters fate,
Saw briefly the shining light,
Hope,
Freedom,
No the eyes had been betrayed,
They failed for the last time.
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The future belongs to those who prepare for it today.
-Malcolm X-
My new short story:
Last edited by Warlocklord : 02-21-2006 at 02:24 PM.
Reason: changing title
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