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A Poem

By CherubPublished 6 years ago 1 min read
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The pain is all I can remember.

The pain that gripped me,

Held me under my blankets

And no matter how much

I wanted to

I felt there was no way to crawl up

And out of bed.

Every movement I made was

a cry for help.

Every sound I made,

a scream that failed to crawl up

My throat

I Looked to my friends

My “friends”

To save me from myself

Their honeyed words shrouding their basilisk tongues

“Hush”

As if depression can be remedied

By “Don’t worry”

“Just be happy.”

Panic struck me,

I screamed

I cried out

I begged for my rescue

My lungs burning

My limbs quaking

The crowd of people around me

The army of friends

Passed me by.

Nobody noticed.

It was then I realized

I never made a sound.

sad poetry
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About the Creator

Cherub

I'm a writer, just like the rest of you.

"I drink, therefore I am-- or at least I think that how the saying goes" -Amigo the Devil

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