She danced to the steady beat
Of the music in her head
She dipped and twirled
In a world
Painted vividly red
A symphony of unheard voices
Melody of silent screams
And as she walked
She tripped on discarded dreams
She waltzed a clumsy stumble
Through a desert storm
Fighting biting wing
The sand that ripped and tore
Off went her disguise
The shredded veil of lies
Her burning, unheard cries
Disappeared into the night
They rose up in the wind
To cloud a shrieking sun
Blocking out the light
Her pain condensed into one
Tiny teardrop, swirling blue
And black and green
Running down her face
It washed her heavy heart clean
She fell to her knees
Let go of the night
By allowing that tear to fall
She's gotten back her life
-Caia
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PoetryAn untold story from a misplaced generation, this is teen angst at its finest. These the writings of The Suicide Notebook, or how I'd imagine them to be. It's mostly going to be in poetry form, slam or rhyming. Keep in mind that slam poetry sounds a...
