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Sheridan Eastman

If you don't learn to write your own story, someone else will write it for you

47 poems·Since April 2015
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Never Look Back

May 25, 2015

Someday she'll be gone, she'll have left all alone.

They'll catch on eventually, without having known

The puzzle pieced burden of her created norm,

How she sobbed through the nights, braving the storm.

The lightning, so vibrant, flashed 'cross the sky,

Jumping the clouds; what a horrible lie.

Thunder surrounded her mind's endless trail,

Severing her thoughts by a single derail.

Whirlwinds surpassed her expectations by far,

Tossing existance past moons and a star.

Tempests threw tantrums, hail twirled wind,

Rain flooded her vision, forcing her blind.

She stumbled through toxic droplets above,

Filled with a hope fueld by love.

How dangerous that love had turned out to be,

When reduced to a lowly state of nothing was she.

So gradually she faded from the plain sight

Of peeping eyes who see with their all of their might.

Creatures who chose to selectively view 

That her pathway was overly thrown askew.

She left in whisper, she ran to the black,

Not knowing, not caring, not turning her back.

 

 

 

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