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I’ll never truly be ready The air is thick, my breath is unsteady Blurred vision, palms are sweaty The weight on my shoulders is overwhelmingly heavy Hope beacons through speech Peaking through bars in the dark Golden glowing hands are just out of reach U...

What's Your Poison?

Coping has many flavors but one directive

Sorrow eats the worm at the bottom of the bottle with a kind of parasitic fermentation that now poisons the mind into thinking they are free that they have control over their life that they are whole as long as they keep drinking as long as they keep drin...

A flicker of light I can see it from afar Drowning in darkness. A whisper of hope I can hear it fade away Deafening silence. A soft cry for help It is coming from within Not denying it. You reach out to me Holding your little candle Sharing me the light....

I’ve walked in darkness my whole life. Each day I wake up and wonder if today is the day I will slip away into the darkness – then resolve, like an alcoholic, that I will hold out for just one more day. Death is my addiction, and I work to hold it off eve...

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In exhausting dreams, There is no solace, no peace In unconsciousness, There is no escape; fears release Thoughts morph into demons, Stalking, Watching, Preying, Panic sets inAs courage weakensWalking, Running, Sprinting As claws dig into flesh No turning...

Silent slumber, like death, yet the voices won’t be silent. Hurt to see if I still feel. Cut to see if I still bleed. Fuelled by my desire to escape, stained by my own blood. Pain, my drug of choice, pouring through my veins reigniting every flame my soul...

PTSD

Troubled veteran

We sit here as one, just myself and my gun, in a state of confusion and doubt – alone in my lair, in profound disrepair. with no obvious way to get out. No windows, no doors, and no carpeted floors, not a picture that hangs on the wall – no map to express...

From Darkness to Light

Faith as small as a mustard seed can move mountains

She sits alone feeling cold lost and empty no one looking for her No family no friends Just darkness surrounds Sounds of distant traffic Wondering should she just pick up the knife And end her pain Tears slide down her cheek She’s running out of time The...

Anonymous

Webs of my reflection

Here is a poem briefly describing how I feel.

Like the fridged winter air seeping into my skin,I watch as the ink bleeds through the paper from my pen.I turn words into visions and visions into words.Poetry sets me free like the air flowing beneath the wings of the birds.As I look up at the sky,I pra...