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A Poem by Kalika

I used to be,
Such a pretty girl.
I would smile,
Like all the rest of them.
But now I'm slipping under and...
I'm afraid that I might just..... fall.
.
.
Solitude,
That's what I seek.
A place to hide,
Somewhere inside.
But my true desire,
Is someone to understand and hold me tight.
Someone to laugh with me,
But why should anybody love me?
.
.
I am broken limbs and hidden scars.
I am my heart that will not beat,
I am the body that refuses to feel.
.
.
I am not innocent,
I am broken and lost and so different from what I used to be.
I was so pure,
Back before I knew to hurt.
But now I am,
Just a dying body on a battlefield.
I fought a war,
And I was on top.
But it turns out betrayals are the sharpest knives.
.
.
Such a sweet young girl,
They used to coo.
I'm just a girl in her teens,
But I've see blood while the body still bleeds from a hole in the heart.
A gunshot wound,
To finish them off.
.
.
I'm tired of, the way that I fight this.
I think I'll just,
Lay down and forget how to breath.
My dying wish,
Is that from this you shall learn,
The lesson I've been trying to teach.
Learn the words that I've tried to say.
Remember how I told you that love is not fair,
And that hatred and pain are the only things that can ultimetly dominate.

© 2011 Kalika


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A powerful piece, and so sad. But well written. Bravo

Posted 12 Years Ago



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Kalika
Kalika

Mosheim, TN



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I'm Kalika as, you see. I want to help, in any way possible. If that means letting you hurt me Then do so, I just wish to help. I'm more of a listener then a talker, so don't feel shy, just talk, .. more..

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