Left Unheard
Cinquain
Windows
The war.
Looking glass self.
An unseen holocaust.
Stuck pointing your fingers at them,
Yourself
Revenge to Society
Disposed
Threw out the door,
World pollution controls
Our over populated earth,
Your fault
No Innocent Victim
Dirty
Can't scrub the stains;
From her legs, from her lips.
The soul you took from my angel.
Victim
Well, heres some new stuff, and some old stuff, but nevertheless, it's stuff.
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Finish Line
Look back
See me lagging,
In this race we call life.
Notice that track ahead of you-
I'm Done!
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