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Graduation

Contributed by AnastasiaN on Wednesday, 8th February 2006 @ 05:01:08 AM in AEST
Topic: abstract



I've been stuck in this foreign country
Unfamiliar and strange
I hide to avoid the crossfire
of the political fire of rage
We all gather in the arena
We are there to watch the show
But the men dressed in black grab the children
and they'll come to get me this I know
I'm led to the other side
and I pass my family in distress
knowing deep inside
they won't be able to see my graduation dress
The children are taken to the strange maze
a spectacle of which we assemble around
I feel so out of place
as I take my seat without a sound
I'm not down there with the young ones
However I keep low to not be seen
I'm confused why haven't I been chosen?
I'm a child too can't they see?
One by one they find their way out
It's an amusement to the grown-ups
Until one child is stopped short
and the leader demands who will give it up
What can I do?! I cry out
Feeling helpless, I have nothing to give
I cannot save you child
It's time for the grown-up in me to live
I've realize I'm not a child anymore
and it's time to quell my fears
I've graduated from that part of life
Now I can finally leave here




Copyright © AnastasiaN ... [ 2006-02-08 05:01:08]
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Re: Graduation (User Rating: 1 )
by emystar on Wednesday, 8th February 2006 @ 05:49:41 AM AEST
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Awesome message. I grew up once, mabe even twice but I din't like it so i changed back.
Course that has nothing to do with this very wise, touching wrie.
Huggs, comgradaltions,
emy


Re: Graduation (User Rating: 1 )
by Lee on Wednesday, 8th February 2006 @ 08:12:46 AM AEST
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I've never "grown up." Do not let any one person fool you, AnatasiaN.


Re: Graduation (User Rating: 1 )
by themonk on Wednesday, 8th February 2006 @ 08:44:06 AM AEST
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good work on the analogies and metaphors, shows a cunning refelction of some inner struggle, surely a great topis o write about.


Re: Graduation (User Rating: 1 )
by twick on Thursday, 30th March 2006 @ 01:46:49 AM AEST
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This one is great too. This is the kind of thing I had terrible dreams about when I graduated high school. It's not that I was afraid to leave in fact I was desparate to. I was really afraid there was no place in this world for me because I felt like I was neither an adult or a kid. Don't think that graduations or 21st birthdays say you're an adult. But this poem ends with a new beginning and that is the best. And don't think I'm ragging on your poem it is truly awesome.

Merribel




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