a twelvemonth tomb of silence, a digital dungeon
no kindred spirits, a barren youth
a digital tether, a quarter-hour's reprieve
a mother's anger, a cold caress
tenth grade arrived, a frantic appeal
a fabricated facade, adrift in the the ocean online
a secret world, a silent plea,
a vanishing murmur, swallowed by the salty deep
then came the storm, a mother's ire,
a bio revealed, a father's volcanic fury, a red-hot raging inferno
accusations hurled, a twisted lie
what remains of me, when they're my enemy ?
"Sick of crying, tired of trying," it read,
a desperate plea from a wounded mind
but not the truth they sought to glimpse
just shadows dancing, wild and free
"why don't you just die then?" a father's icy decree,
a heart once held, now shattered glass
a mother's reiteration
to cease to breathe, to be free
what remains, when love turns to hate,
when those who should shelter, dictate destiny?
with a hollow echo where my heart should beat, i drift like a ghost in my own skin
a silent question, a desperate refrain.
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secrets from the lair
Poezjaan anthology of bad poetry, but who cares [the lowercase letters all throughout are intentional, they're not grammatical errors]
