Voices

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    Voices

    In her naivete,
    She felt blind.

    It was surreal,
    and in her mind
    The madness cried
    This is a dream.

    Her heart became numb,
    Her soul became black.

    And when she
    walked into the dark,
    She never came back. 

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    Tempestlady commented on Voices

    02-28-2013

    Simple concise and to the point. Very nice indeed. Write on.....................Tempestlady

    Phission commented on Voices

    02-22-2013

    I love your style ! I like how you choose words that work together throughout the poem to form a cohesive flow in all that you write. Bravo, mate.

    When power leads man towards arrogance, poetry reminds him of his limitations. When power narrows the area of man's concern, poetry reminds him of the richness and diversity of existence. When power corrupts, poetry cleanses.

    John F. Kennedy (1917-1963) Thirty-fifth President of the USA

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