poem for red ribbon weekSmell whirling through the air, Losing balance, No longer really therepoem for red ribbon week
The world spins miserably, Seeing things simultaneously
Hearing someone within the dark,
The voice of reason, “Stop it! Stop”
Finding yourself someplace, Indulged in the silence, And left there to stare off into space…
A cry shatters the peace, tranquility
The only one that answers is yourself
Sitting there on the floor You don’t want to be this anymore
Afraid of life, Afraid of that door, Leading to rehab and so much
axiomblinded by the light, so dim ecstatic, happiness closing in blurred evil drowning in your tears downward spiral, its been so many yearsaxiom
swirl of energy as the artist paints who paints on a canvas that bleeds when traced she sends a message with every long stroke
of how a once stable girl has somehow broke
when engulfed in the undying truth someone is there to tighten the noose
but not a living soul would say "I hope to see her again someday"
she will slit her throat
she will laugh all the way
they knew, they knew
washed
truth
Happy dA appreciation day!
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Creativity is allowing yourself to make mistakes. Art is knowing which ones to keep. ~ Scott Adams
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