Kiera Price Poems

What's as kind as a child,
Can be found in the wild,
Treacherous like the ocean,
Yet contained like a potion,
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She wants to fly,
Fly away from her life.
All she's done is lie,
And have the worst of strife.
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Dull throbs and constant aches,
She's drowning in vast crimson lakes.
A life shattered by hate,
And driven by love.
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Here I stand,
My weapon in hand.
Rigid, tense and positioned to fight,
To hold myself back takes all my might,
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A life in a world of true freedom.
Wouldn't that be perfect?
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Bloody and broken,
Her life is like a fake token.
Useless and unwanted,
Her heart is a pot of dirt, without a seed planted.
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