Chapter 3 - No Control
Submitted July 30, 2008 Updated July 31, 2008 Status Incomplete | These are all poems I have written in the past few years.
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Chapter 3 - No Control
Chapter 3 - No Control
There's a pain inside that hurts
Undescribale by any words
When I try to be aliveThe pain only gets worse
It's like no matter what
I'm tied down to the tracks
Waiting for the train
To hit me in the back
After a short time
The wounds will scab up
Never fully healed
And sometimes seen
Then I'm exposed
Like a puppet on a string
That everyone gets to play with
Everyone but me
Copyright © 2008 Linda Rivera
Undescribale by any words
When I try to be aliveThe pain only gets worse
It's like no matter what
I'm tied down to the tracks
Waiting for the train
To hit me in the back
After a short time
The wounds will scab up
Never fully healed
And sometimes seen
Then I'm exposed
Like a puppet on a string
That everyone gets to play with
Everyone but me
Copyright © 2008 Linda Rivera
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Avalon on August 5, 2008, 3:06:41 AM
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Awww, if ya want, I can be your puppet to play with. jk