She wasn’t certain what demons would be waiting when she turned the corner. It was worse thank she feared. Stopped in her tracks she stood face to face with the only creature she was afraid of. Herself.
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A cascade of tears
Flow down my face
My heart becomes
A cavern of empty dreams
There is no next chapter
Written from here
I must start over
Hone a new craft
That will become me
Hold my head high
And wear the crown
That carries hope
Once upon a time there wasn’t a happy ending. People met. Fell in love. Fell out of love. Met again and had families, or didn’t. Maybe never met and that was ok too. Some people lived and others died. Children grew up and continued the cycle. Life moved along as it does. Endings happened. Some were happy most were sad, but life always began again.
One night after heavy drinking in a bar, she came home and told me everything she hated about me. On and on. Why were we even together? When she wasn’t looking I smashed a bottle into her head. She doesn’t hate anything about me anymore.
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Another mass shooting
When will the hate stop
Can’t go to school or worship
Without a pop pop
Afraid to say or do
Anything today
Wondering if you’ll be next
For living life your way
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The pain of the mind
Rarely obvious
To the casual observer
The body reacts
Sickness erupting within
Spreading out
Now seen
The illness treated
Though the mind
Remains in agony
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The mind
Past pulling me down
No escaping
No living in the now
Only dreams
No breath
No life
Chained by the ankle
Will run when beast is sleeping
No escape for now
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Heartbeats synchronized
Bodies intertwined
She senses love
From the twins within
Her belly their home
Together they grow
Heartbeats synchronized…
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