Misery,
What a funny little word
That means nothing more
Than a silly little hop
That could lead to a hole.
It can take over,
Unexpectanly,
And rip the heart into the peices
It deserves to be.
When such a state is put in,
What happens to the victim?
No one would know.
No one would care.
They overlook such petty things,
Think that all is an exageration.
No one is there
They've gone out the back door
No one is really there to stay.
When someone screams help me
Loud enough for the next galaxy to hear,
No one is near
And the signs aren't spoken of.
Little whispers crawl into the bed
The victim soon to be dead.
Where are the people meant to
Ease the pain?
The people meant to
Call the doctor?
They've driven away
To another state.
A wosh from the knife,
A puddle underway.
That is the end
Of a silly little word.
The next morning
Red and blue sirens flash.
No one WAS awake;
Now they ponder:
What drove them this insane?
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Telling's from the heart
PoezjaSo here are a collection of poems inspired by stories whispered or stories told. Here are to those going through tough times and to get better. Here are to those that are at their peak and to keep up their good work. ***PLEASE IGNORE THE LETTERS THA...
