Poem
For this poem isnβt a cry for help
Or plea that Iβm fine
Itβs to express feelings that I can not find
For all of us here are dying inside
Hoping everything soon will be alright
But here is a joy bringer
We will be fine
After the struggle and the pain
We will be alright
Thatβs what they all say right?
For most of us thatβs true
But for the rest? Weβre left hopeless
For the pain of life is too intense
With the little hope we have left
Iβve been stabbed in the back with a knife of reality
I gasp as I breathe my very last breath
Blood fills the room with panic and confusion
I wonderβ¦were they here to help or to stab?
Before the life fades before my eyes
I cry βWhyβ βWhy Meβ
The vague light begins to fade
I wake
Panic, it kicks in
It was just a dream
Or is it the future?
As I keep my guard up along with anxiety
They donβt know what words can do to a person do they?
Or actions? They just act all innocent
Trust no one, right? Satan was an angel
Tap. Just like people can change in a blink of an eye
Tap. The one person you thought you knew one was the one who stabbed you
Tap. Like I said this poem isnβt a cry for help or plea that Iβm fine
Itβs just a poem. Poems give you feelings but it doesnβt describe oneβs feeling right?
A poem is just a poemβ¦.
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Your writing is absolutely fantastic powerful, emotional, and deeply moving. Itβs the kind of work that deserves to be seen by more eyes, beyond this space. There's a massive platform one that turns stories like yours into monthly streams of passive income. if you're open to something biggerβ¦ Iβd love to show you whatβs possible.
Very powerful and a strong poem lovelyπ