I can't stand it.
The screaming, the crying, the fear.
Boxes are stacking,
Children are crying,
And now my pictures not whole,
The rip soon to be a gnash soon to be unbearable.
What side do I choose,
The left or the right picture?
The one whole becoming two halves,
A family being torn,
As easily as paper,
As horribly as human flesh,
As fast as a cheater.
The noise of paper ripping,
As the family splits apart,
I can't stand it,
I can't stand,
I can't,
I just want to be whole again,
Not a torn picture,
Not worn down,
I want wholeness,
Where we can be one.
But glue won't fix this tear,
Nothing can hide the wedge,
The happy picture is torn,
And will be forever.
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Hey,
I had to wake up at 4.30 to go on a school trip today. When this is posted I'll be in Belgium!
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It wouldn't publish! whyyyyy!!!!
