(she pulls the curtains back)

the rain
hitting the window pane
the widow
her head slopes
clearing her throat
seeing the tree
recalls her screams
remembering him hanging from the rope
how he had lost all hope
still no blame
in speaking his name
all the anger is hers to bare
as she silently recites
the lords prayer

the rain stops hitting the window pane
she whispers his name

(she pulls the curtains close)

#suicideisnottheanswer
#withitsomuchpain

The triangle ate himself into a circle
Because people told him he was too square
And they meant the informal definition
So he kept eating to change his shape
He added a few pounds that multiplied his weight
But that didn't help
He wanted to be wondrous
Why couldn't he have been a rhombus
Why couldn't he have been born into a parallelogram family
I saw him sulking in the fact he was half the diagram
I told him he needed to go on a diet
And strengthen himself  into a pyramid
And only then would his base be the foundation
Of the family
He has always wanted

Dreams I no longer
Second guess
I leave this reality
This present mess
I slumber and forget

Older than dirt
I crack A smile
I hold on to love
Mile after mile
In a cesspool
Of regret
I slumber and forget

In poetic thoughts
I get lost
On my bed I get tossed
Listening to music
I dance
I give life
One more chance
Running from my regrets
I slumber and forget
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