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It’s making me seem like it’s not okay
Most of the time no one knows what to say
Standing alone in the awkward silence
The wind talking back in a deaf existence

All along I knew what really wasn’t there
Raising my head to the sky; doesn’t anybody care?
The voices all carry in one direction
Trying to get a better interpretation

All we know is what we thought we knew
My clouds in the distance turn from black to blue
A street of blood fills this place
The minds fill up with too much empty space

Pull us out of the way and make us who we are
All the tears of eternity become the stars
The sword raised as the people fall scarce
I’m sitting on the edge of what I never wanted to be there

Written by: Caitlin Lambert

poem #227