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when my pride becomes    unbearable
I coalesce into                       nothing.
I rush to You in                     love,
with courage to be                vulnerable.
asking for                               help,
so I can                                     live.
First line inspired by comment by r that pride was unbearable in response to first version of this poem.  Thanks r.  A whole new poem rose out of reworking the first line.
Casey Dandy Mar 2014
They tell me to write.
I put pen to paper,
fingers to keys.
But what I write
nobody reads--
it's unfinished, private.
I publish anonymously
so only strangers can see
the thoughts inside of me.

I am wrapped in my head.
Alex Granados Mar 2014
Poor me a cup
Of my own disaster.
I'll choke on it,
Yet I'll drink faster.
I'm trying to gasp for air
as my lungs fill
And you're there standing
With a blank stare.

Why won't you help me?
Do you like me at your feet?
The vulnerability
Glistening in my eyes
Is all you ever loved to see
As I'm drowning on the floor,
Or should I say
The sea.

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