by: Jessica Alamo
My repressed feelings
buried deep beside
pure hate and anger
twisted inside
created within a mask
bind to a task
bitter memories
exceeded tears
bound by fears
False promises made
Into shadows I will fade
Crested shelled burrow through
where you go I follow you
bitter memories
there's nothing left to do
but crawel into my grave
sleep, sleep, until I'm saved
I wrote this poem when my father and brother abandon my family and I.
Copyrighted@2003 Jessica Collazo Alamo
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