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Within the Flowers
I lock my door and turn off my lights, dirty tears run down my face as I smear mascara with my shaky hands. I sit alone, numb, thinking why couldn’t it be me. I whisper to her looking for a response, “Mom, I miss you, I love you, you didn’t deserve this…You were my world. I’m so sorry I was mean to you before you left us, I didn’t mean it;” there was no response. I spoke to her every day for months, I wondered why she hasn’t replied, does she not love and miss me back?
By Victoria Hartley8 years ago in Poets
The Autumn Glow
Searching for any sense of light in a dark field of shadows. Wind gently blowing across the path, giving you a feeling of serenity. When reaching the end of the path you feel yourself shiver, frozen, your eyes widening to the thought of turning back. The shadows have followed you. As you take a deep breath and shut your eyes, the shadows fade away, allowing light to shine through your heart. You feel as if you have no energy left, you fall to the ground. Catching your breath, as you turn around to see the shadows have vanished. Asking to yourself how simple it was to push away something so dangerous. You walk down the path, being able to see all the trees, leaves falling slowly onto the path, wind blowing softly, yet you feel a warmth cross upon you. Without any control, you smile. Walking slower down the path, seeing every detail in every leaf, branch after branch. You find yourself at the end of the path once more, taking a look back one last time to find nothing but peace. This is the autumn glow.
By Morgan Rice8 years ago in Poets
I Am Not the Next Diagnosis Victim
I self-suffocate. My soul is baited and trapped, seized inside a stranger's body. I sprawl in bed as darkness creeps around me, squirming and chafing through my heavy cold sheets, clenching for freedom. The self-suffocation shoots a bullet through my thoughts, lodged in my brain for a lifetime. I blame these moments on my frame of mind, trying to desperately climb back up a dark spiraling abyss of depression that has lasted five heart ripping years.
By Victoria Hartley8 years ago in Poets
