Zoe Adams Poems

A slow release,
A little break,
Blood flows down,
A crimson snake.
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My feet fall,
Heavy on ground,
No other stirring,
No other sound.
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The little green monster,
Sat on my shoulder,
Watching in angst,
As my peers get bolder.
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I hate the way you looked at me,
I hate the way you stared.
I hate the way you flipped me off like you never even cared.
I hate the way you treated me,
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There are strings around my fingers
Connected to my heart
Once again they pull and twist
Telling it to start.
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His were the arms that lifted me up,
And his that dropped me down,
His were the ones to hold me tight,
With my fingers knitted into his crown.
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My feet are walking round on creaky floors,
And the cool autumn mist surrounds them.
My mind is closed to open doors,
And the life that follow behind them.
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No matter how i speak, no matter how i look,
My future is set, like the words in a book.
Written line by line, a deceiving plot,
Since the day i was put into my cot.
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