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Anguish

Anguish

 

All the pain and despair

Emptiness, loneliness, and longing

All the heart wrenching moments we've had since we were young

And all the things that try to bend break you

Even if they sometimes succeed

All those awful things that hurt so much 

Are merely devices which mold you into who you were always meant to be

Face down the anguish and use it as a tool to sculp...

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Derek

This poem is deeply personal to me and is about my time I spent as a crisis worker helping people who were experiencing mental health emergencies or attempts of suicide. The subject of this poem is suicide; please know that its contents could be triggering. If you or someone you know and love are experiencing suicidal thoughts or need to reach out, please don't hesitate to talk to someone. You are...

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Truthful Lie

You had asked me once if I believed you to be equal to me

 

I told you yes - It wasn’t a lie

 

I believed you equal in every way

 

But only now do I realize, both, lie and truth in my answer

 

In that time of my life we were equal

 

But, as of now, we are not

You are not equal to this new me - the true me

One that is not starved and decomposing

 

No longer...

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HOW LOW CAN YOU GET?

weak ankles took me to a clinic

in the nineteen fifties.

Mum worrying enough for us both

low chairs for kids

alice in wonderland

long stinking corridors

the grim reaper in white coat

sun shining through crittall windows

brave new world.

 

I couldn't speak for fear

they surrounded me like interrogators

that was the nineteen fifties

sixty years later

an oste...

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