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This is not poetry,
and this is not heartstrings
playing sad lullabies
in the deep spaces of your mind.

This is not poetic;
this is not reading
stanza after stanza
wanting to know what's at the end.

This is not rhythmic,
nor sensual, nor smooth,
nor is it flowing like words should
from the tongues of those
that know which words to use.

This is simple.
These are words
that make sense
without peaking around corners
or hiding behind luscious similes
or over-used metaphors
and out of touch symbolism.

If this is not poetry,
then
I refuse to dub myself
a poet
and will continue on,
but write prose instead.
© Shane Leigh
Enjoy (:
The emptiness
It swallows me whole
I'm left in the darkness
With nothing except my soul

All alone with my sorrow
Sinking deeper and deeper
But wait for tomorrow
I'll be much weaker

My demons will haunt me
With my horrible past
Leaving me with nobody
How long will I last?

Will I just cry
Or finally give in and cut?
Hoping I die
And get out of this rut

I can't stay any longer
It gets harder everyday
I'll never get stronger
Suicide is the best way.
Loud noises
Soft cries
Fake smiles
False lies

Badly beaten
Hearts broken
Watery eyes
****** knives

Scarred wrists
Shaky legs
Unspoken words
Bruised arms

Happiness ended
Pain unknown
This is the
Abusive "home"

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