I have seen what you have not seen
The world as dark as dreaming,
I have been where the dead have been,
I have heard them screaming.
I have heard the unspoken word
And had my heart made stone
I wished to fly, high as a bird
Yet I’d be soaring alone.
I have stood in a crowd and felt as far
As the winter seems in June
Withdrawn hand, another star
To live my live too soon
I have read the unwritten page
And read of one small truth
Among the sadness and the rage
That enclosed my ravaged youth,
The sad reality of sad fact
That I had forgot to smile
I stood still as the world still turned
Still facing that first mile
And what I hear, that you cannot hear
But perhaps you’d want to know
That behind kohl ringed eyes and kaleidoscopes
And pills and talks and shows
That, stranger, the end is nearer
Than you could ever guess
I dug my own grave years ago
And grew up to detest
The morning sun, the evening glow
The paths I chose to make,
From the cold day of my birth
My life is mine to take.
Tallie Pascoe
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