Buried

The glasses and the sweet smile 

The long hair and white sweater 

The shared hokes and the laughs 

These are what she is 

She's graceful and weak 

She's innocent and kind 

She’s hidden 

 

The clenched jaw and trembling fists 

The glint in her eyes and the tensed muscles 

The flexing hands and hoarse yells 

She's powerful and terrifying 

She’s anger and fury 

She’s dangerous 

 

The spinning mind and closing walls 

The loss of breath and silent creams 

The twitching and gaps 

She’s scared and whirling 

She’s lost and unreal 

She’s broken 

 

The silent screams and tears 

The sinking down the wall and falling 

The glassy eyes and unmovable limbs 

She’s unfeeling and feels to much 

She’s completely alone and surrounded 

She’s raw 

 

She’s gone 

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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