Tuesday, November 30, 2010

Bed-Time Story

Deterioration is seen behind your eyes,
Devastation created by your white lies
Your limbs remain numbed by this sensation I create,
In your veins, not blood, instead replaced by faith

Please trust me openly with what you are,
Your damaged mind, I wear openly as my own scar

Battered and beaten we lay still,
Threatened by our freedom, held against our own will

They turn their backs, pretend to be blind
Ignoring us, they create unheard of crimes

Lets bare it for our people, self assigned witness
We die here together, praying for forgiveness


Kimberley Doreen x

1 comment:

  1. wow thats really good ...... i hope to hear more of your poems..... looking forward to it :)

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