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Tori Schall
Poems
Dec 2019
My Fears, Reality
With blackened fingertips,
I swallow my tears.
Ink cascading with steady drips,
I jot down all my fears.
Will I be forced off the beaten path,
that I've traveled for years?
Will I still remember how to laugh,
Or will it be a memory to my ears?
The noise is white and static hums,
I cannot concentrate.
The measure of all my emotions, like drums
I bash them down with hate.
I do not think you understand,
how toxic you've become.
Dangling above the land,
from here I have been strung.
A broken puppet on display,
With a chipped porcelain face.
Cut me down, and here I'll lay,
With shaking hands I trace.
I trace the walls of this home,
filled with longing and desire.
I'm broken, yet I still will roam,
'Till my mind burns in this fire.
#pain
#torment
#longing
#lonely
#sad
#depression
#toxic
#fear
#writing
#laugh
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