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twelve

by Melinda Sordino

the voices inside my head
call to me in mocking tones.
there is no kindness inside and
i expect none from others.
the truth is that i have died
and no one knows 'cause
they cannot see.
the smile on my corpse
can pass for a life and
really i was buried
by the voices when i was twelve.

08/20/2003

Author's Note: this is my personal favorite...

Posted on 08/20/2003
Copyright © 2024 Melinda Sordino

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Kristine Briese on 08/20/03 at 09:58 PM

Oh, God. Chilling and vital and stunning. Outstanding work.

Posted by Barbara Griffith on 08/21/03 at 12:07 AM

This is amazing.. it tells you, simply, the bare truth.

Posted by Christopher Shin on 08/21/03 at 04:12 PM

We all die a little each day. We just go one because well there isn't really much we can do but go on. Loved the poem. Keep on writing

Posted by Melissa Arel on 08/22/03 at 01:18 PM

I agree w/everyone else's comments.. this is a provoking piece. You have caught our attention!

Posted by Max Bouillet on 08/23/03 at 03:35 AM

Awesome concept and great writing! I can see why this is one of your favorites.

Posted by Don Coffman on 08/25/03 at 07:51 AM

Fascinating personal expression; dark but not brooding, interesting to read.

Posted by Kimberly Bare on 09/10/03 at 08:08 PM

you've struck a chord deep within me...i understand...

Posted by Dave Fitzgerald on 06/29/08 at 12:33 PM

I echo what everyone else says. It's like a loss of innocence. Great write. Congrats on POTD!

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