We are fallen down
We have nothing
No home
No family
No identity anymore
We are nothing
We are dust
And rubble
And ashes
An emptiness
We have fallen
From buildings
And skywalks
And bridges
Lost angels
We are the creatures
Hiding
Under your bed
The ghosts
Living
In the attic
The monsters
Huddled
In the closet
The danger
Your parents warn you of
Rebels without a cause
Underminers
Soldiers
Escapees
Lost in the night
Cartwheels in the grass
Swing sets and carousels
We are lost
We are found
We are broken
We are remade
We are nothing
And everything
And never seen at all
Drawn
Glimpsed at
Described
Portrayed
Pinned over
Envied.
For our freedom
Taste this freedom.
You will not know it
Not until the blood drips down your chin
The way mine does
Taste the asphalt
You will not know what you envy
The viciousness in freedom
Is what causes the mystery
What piques your interest
This is our freedom
Beware that
Never look that close
Just from afar
Hello little rebel
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After (2024)
Short StoryIt's a story about recovering from depression. My journey to stay happy after a long couple years. I write mostly poetry. If you want to read more about my struggles click my profile, I have one published story detailing my 2023 year. It's still har...
