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Title: we go out to play
Author: Jay Brooke
Date Submitted: 10/13/2009

 
Poem: My face is bruised, my arms are sore, my hands
are covered in dry blood, my feet with mud. I went out again last night after i fell asleep. Where i went, what i did, only he knows. The one inside i try to hide you wouldn''t, you couldn''t understand. My fear for my life he does not share: hatred, pain, it''''s not fair. My head hurts my heart beats. I watch the news looking for clues. It''''s all complete, the blood, the mud on my feet. Through the window he came and took their lives away, the bodies found at the break of day. Only one survives to tell her tale. Put on the wall with a handful of nails. She recalls the look in his eyes, dead to the cries. No look of hate or fear. Killing for God was his reply to questions asked. Why? Why? Then gone the way he came in pyjamas, no shirt, no shoes. Back to me, i followed these clues. Why do i do it? What can i say? If i told you you would think i was crazy anyway? The one inside me, the one i try to hide. On the opposite clock, he lives while i sleep.
I am
he is
we are...