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Sometimes I miss you even when
you’re right here.
A nice breeze will carry leaves across
the pavement and I’ll want to grab
your hand but
you’re off somewhere else,
up there.
So instead I’ll just look around
at what we could be enjoying,
and instead of feeling full I’ll feel sad.
 Nov 2021 Oceara Miedema
nivek
breathing deep expands the cage
but the heart knows no rest
only some sort of acknowledgement
a distant thought of sorts
that the heart be enslaved.
Sometimes
                     Depressed,
means knowing what you have to do but not knowing if you can.
 Nov 2021 Oceara Miedema
Brooke
When I was little
I was scared
Scared of the monsters living under my bed
I used to hide, under my blanket
Under my blanket, I was safe
The monsters couldn’t reach me under my blanket

My parents used to say
The monsters would go away
I would grow up and that then they would leave

But I grew up
And the monsters didn’t leave
Turns out my monsters, grew with me
Now instead of under my bed
The monsters live inside my head

So I hide, under my blanket
Where I think I am safe
Wondering if after all this time
My blanket can still keep the monsters at bay
Gifts of fortune
All in kind
Remove the scourger
From my mind
Her painful torture
Leaves me blind
My soul to nurture
Misaligned
Not just a bridge
But a vast expanse
Not a straight line
Wherever, whenever
It is time.
Death is emotionless
But it's not quite the end
What is death?
It's not the finality,
But beginning of eternity.
Response to Naceur Ben Mesbah. Inspired by, and a response to his poem titled 'Death.' All credit to him for the structure and idea.
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