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the nameless
by Chelsey Rubin 05/03/06

a car travels the grimy dirt road
in a town of blindness
the car stops by a skeleton tree
a door is opened.
an innocent bundle is thrown towards the edge of the road
the door is slammed shut.
the car leaves a nameless reality
the hard surface can not offer comfort to this dependent victim
the sky offers tears but only frightens the discarded one
a dying tree shivers while watching this familiar scene
some young boys pass by the “garbage”
the feeling in their brains damaged by sniffing glue
allows no thought
no sympathy lays eyes on the beginning life
this redundant pile is what they too are.
darkness seals the town in a black envelope
the hours of death are set in motion
irritated shopkeepers grab guns and attack
the nameless ones,
abandoned ones.
the old tree shakes as soft cries escape the rag mound beneath him
gun shots stab the gloomy night
a few more nameless ones are gone
forever.
cops continuously close their eyes during these
midnight murders.
morning is smothered by clouds
preventing the sun from shining light on the nameless
crying invades the morning harsher than the dark guns
thirst.
hunger.
frigid air gnaws.
not wanted like the many others abandoned.
the trees last wrinkled leaf falls from frail grasp
the tree will not see any more
the crying grows softer
the Nameless comes closer to the end of suffering.

Another:

I am…
By Chelsey Rubin

searching
for answers that were
not found in the light
finding
broken people reflecting
myself and life
crying
tired tears that could
not explain themselves
hoping
with an empty optimism
living
in a life that will
continue to cause
falling
from childhood innocence
joys and protected ears
seeing
more than your blind
eyes in denial
I am lost
weak
hurt
forgotten
invisible
hated
left
done