poetry

I’M DONE WITH THIS

Amidst the zombie horde, I tread,Their frigid hands upon my skin,Their poison coursing through my veins,I am done with this. In the silent night, a shadow creeps,A shiver runs through my frame,Their gaze upon my timid soul,I am done with this. A stranger offers words of admonition,In folded hands and skyward eyes,I am not ready for this fight,I am done with this. But my closest self has taught me well,To wear my skin tight and…

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poetry

A crowd inside me

Silent whispers, or deafening screamsA crowd inside me, beyond my wildest dreamsOne, two, four, six, or seven, who can say?The people inside, are here to stay Some are greedy, some lovable, others scarySome look great, while some smell like something’s not quite merryMy space is shrinking, it’s hard to breatheThe crowd’s questions, hard to leave How long will I fight, how will I survive?They tell me to stop fighting, just to stay aliveBut I can’t…

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