Faceless
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Lauren Cicalese, Grade 9
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Poetry
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2011
'It stood hooded and un-faced,
There is only darkness,
Full of misery and despair,
Filled with souls it seem wrestles.
It spoke words of another kind,
It spoke these words several times,
Without lips it could not speak,
Yet it did.
It repeated and then a shriek.
Of pain, of fear, of love, of cheer,
But the un-faced thing stood there still.
Watching. Waiting. For what? For who?'
It had heard my thoughts and replied
“For you”.