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04-21-2006, 04:31 PM
The end of smiles
It was
May, June, July -
Choose one – it doesn’t matter, after all.
People milling
Far, near, all about
I looked, and saw bodies, but no souls.
A child cried –
Shrill, afraid, alone
And nobody moved, nobody heard, nobody cared.
My silent tears
Fell unseen, unmourned, unknown;
And I fell with them
At the end of smiles.
see what happens when you read 1984 too much? :p anyways, anybody have any comments . . . ? i'm pretty bad at poems where each line is a certain length compared to the others in the stanza, but it's still fun.
It was
May, June, July -
Choose one – it doesn’t matter, after all.
People milling
Far, near, all about
I looked, and saw bodies, but no souls.
A child cried –
Shrill, afraid, alone
And nobody moved, nobody heard, nobody cared.
My silent tears
Fell unseen, unmourned, unknown;
And I fell with them
At the end of smiles.
see what happens when you read 1984 too much? :p anyways, anybody have any comments . . . ? i'm pretty bad at poems where each line is a certain length compared to the others in the stanza, but it's still fun.