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poem: eastern skies

Updated: Dec 2, 2019

by malia coler

i am from the rolling fields,

running with my demons.

i am from night terrors

and booms in the sky.

i am from fear and sadness,

i became the distress i feared.

i am from the flickering light,

from a candle keeping me awake.

i am from the hospital rooms and endless funerals.

i am from life and from death.

i am from the campfires,

with stars lighting up the sky.

i am from abandoned car garages,

with gunshots echoing through them.

i am from so much good,

and from so much bad.

and that has made me.

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