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Trapped in an unnamed agony

Contributed by naijerana on Friday, 10th June 2005 @ 02:01:06 PM in AEST
Topic: DarkPoetry

I sit there thinking what to do
Must I go on with my rebellion?
Rebellion it is says they
Or must I let me self
Treated as an little child
Though at a time the little child
Is getting sick of it
And wishes to grow up
To the true age she now is
And to be treated at that age
And not as one of four
Though she can say it a thousand times
And a thousand times rejected
Do they not have the wit to see it?
Though unfortunately they do not
Otherwise they already had stopped
And whenever they start
It is her fault
For they then point there fingers to
Her
That she was the one who started
But why
Why do they point there fingers to her
It is dominion
They are the parents
She is the child
Maybe it is dominion
For dominion is in the blood of humans
And so to say in all humans it is then
Though that is not the subject now
Though even now
She is praying to Apopos
To grab the scissors and to cut
The wire her life is attached on
To bring rest and peace
Instead of troubles and fightings
Though there is an second way
That is finding a home for her self
Though at the age she is now
It cannot be done
And to say in an not so pleasant way
She must stay in this agony
Until it her time to go
And find her own house
Where agony is no more
Where she has her own will
To do what she wishes to do
And to make her own rules
In her own house
But until that happens she is then still

Trapped in an unnamed agony

Copyright © naijerana ... [ 2005-06-10 14:01:06]
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Re: Trapped in an unnamed agony (User Rating: 1 )
by judasman on Friday, 10th June 2005 @ 08:12:17 PM AEST
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