Addie's Voice (Found Poem)

Blood strange to mine, I could get ready to stay dead

I would hate my father for ever having planted me

A tall bird hunched in cold weather

Wild out of the darkness, I knew that living was terrible

The reason for living was to get ready to stay dead

Fear was invented by someone who had never had the fear

Pride, who never had the pride

Love, he called it

My aloneness had been violated

Words are no good;

Just a shape to fill the lack;

Words don’t ever fit.

 

This poem is about: 
Our world

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