rebekah-wilsonWhisper

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A DroughtIt must be nice to be a cloud; to get so full of what surrounds: all evaporates. It has no say, but then, when full, it relieves the pain. Rain pours down for what can seem, at times, to be eternity. Though it's dark, soon comes light, and the world is full of life. / To be a cloud would be a dream; instead I'm trapped inside of me. Like a cloud, I soak up pain. Overwhelmed, I wait for rain. It grows and grows until it hurts. Still in drought, I wish to burst. Skies turn dark, yet try as I may, my eyes refuse to precipitate. Alas--they do; storms pour down until my heels can't feel the ground. Overpouring flood waters rise; I'm drowning fast in my cries. At last, it stops; I look around--no life has grown upon the ground; instead what's left are puddles of strife to evaporate again into my life.
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Jun 19, 2015
A LieIf I disappeared; / just gave up, / would a sole notice
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Nov 5, 2014
A Living NightmareSleepers will sleep; / Their minds shut off / To the world of pain
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Jul 29, 2013
A Modern EpidemicA shallow man / will only date a model, / but at least he's
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May 25, 2013
A Natural DeathAnxiety and depression / collide within me; / a tornado raging,
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May 6, 2013
An Unrequited LongingWhat a strange feeling / it is to want to die / The joyous surround
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Oct 5, 2014
A RevelationI do not want to be here / not a reference to this chair / nor wherever I am
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Sep 12, 2015
A SalvationMy lungs are two clenched fists, / Beating against my chest; / They refuse to release;
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May 16, 2013
A Waiting GameUntil my face is / white / and my hands are
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May 6, 2013
BondingFriends are like glue; / It's always so exciting / when they're brand new
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Sep 26, 2018
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