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Wednesday, May 23, 2007

a poem

we had to write a poem for english.
it has to be under 30 lines long.
it is for a competition. apparantely.
zoe said, 'she wants someone to win so desperately that she's gonna check them to make sure they're good enough. god.'
But I don't get that.
She doesn't want to submit anything that may be unsuitable.
my poem :

Unknown

No one cries at the unknown soldier’s grave
No one weeps for that soldier, lone and brave
No one remembers what he may have known
Through darkness comes light that leads him home

A tree falls in a forest, it breaks on the ground
But if nobody hears it, does that tree make a sound?
A leaf of the willow tree drifts in the air
If they do not know it, how can they care?

In the shadow of a funeral around the grave they stand
But a woman at the back, did she even know this man?
For a man she never knew, a tear falls to the floor
A man she never recognized, this girl is crying for

A rose that grows in snow is not a rose at all
For a girl so full of misery, it’s hope that makes her fall
A bullet for her heart is a bullet for her life
The pathway to her happiness lies just beyond this knife

A silent melody in remembrance may help her find her way
The seed lies growing in her heart helps her live another day
Black lilies in the vase feed her wish for too soon death
‘It is all this man’s fault’, she cries, ‘though we had never met’

Committed to her memory lies a flower from her past
And when she heard that he had gone thinks, ‘I have no hope left to last’
And ever since he went she has spent her days alone
Living in a house in the darkness, a house that is nobody’s home.

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