Clasping hands clammy, <br />everything normal is gone, <br />what was happiness, <br />now a distant memory, <br />As I gaze upon the corpses, <br />Of what used to be friends, <br />Family, <br />The tears try to well up, <br />Suppressed.<br /><br />Kyle Schaerffer<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/suppressed/
