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Bold Revelations
by Trisha De GraciaIn dark realities
broken homes and broken bones
torment and physical abuse
endless merciless suffering
drugs and suicide
dead eyes staring from the kitchen floor
blood
All the blood
Pain beyond my own comprehension.
Pain without hope
without options
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I am here,
in my safe little bubble
complaining about the living space.
10/08/2003 Author's Note: Read from bold to bold as well.
We should be grateful, the few of us.
Newly Edited
Posted on 10/08/2003
Copyright © 2025 Trisha De Gracia
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Barbara Griffith on 10/09/03 at 02:36 PM Wow... this is a great one, sweetie! It's all really abrupt, which I like. But abrupt while still being flowly... yah know? |
| Posted by Rachelle Howe on 10/10/03 at 07:43 AM this, my dear, is what words were created for. very well done. i mean, damn. |
| Posted by Ashok Sharda on 10/12/03 at 02:16 AM Life without the driving force, the hope? The revelation is complete, paradoxically, with the presentation of the other side of what is.
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