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Withered Dec 2020
Running down a long hallway,
I crash into a door ,
the impending doom creeping closer with each breath
I push and shove , and even kick
but the handle doesn't budge
the danger is so close
if only I was able to unlock the door
I could escape
and be free
As it grabs hold of me
it looks me in the eyes
and swallows me up
but before i meet my fate
I catch a glimpse of the keys
which have been in my hands.
Copyright 2020
Withered Dec 2020
The forest is fresh, and pure;
blooming with life
Abundant stream flows through the center
keeping the  forest alive
Nothing but peace comes from this forest;
until a sudden spark sets off an ever-going blaze
that rages
and kills  everything in its path
The life that once bloomed.
is turned to ash
and the river filled with life-
is now but a dry path
The forest tries to restore itself ,
with what remains
but the river that brought it life
has not a single
thing left

the forest dies
Withered Dec 2020
Two hands hold each other tightly  
"Ill never let go, not a chance"
Love destroys the barrier called distance
For the pairs of hands have an alternate way
to get through the wall that threatens them

Laughter, Sadness, Love,
Shining light piercing the darkness
Eyes sizzling as if acid was upon them
The hands work harder than ever
making sure not to lose one second  
For every minute they spend
on this escape route
is a minute to cherish

Their exit is not through a magnificent tunnel
but a 6 inch portal
which they hold in their palms
A lifeline to the most
intimate human connection
Ever known to mankind
Withered Dec 2020
To you I seem fine right ?
I smile a lot more, and frown less
I laugh , and joke like nothing bothers me
No cuts on my wrist
no frown upon my lips
Is that what you see
when I say I'm fine?

If you really knew me
you'd see past the smile
and into my eyes
you'd see the darkness that lies within
the empty cold feeling , covered by lies
If you looked a little closer
and took more time
you'd see how much i've been dying inside.
Withered Dec 2020
I can hear it...
the dial of the phone
the shaken voice
the melancholy howls,
disquieted cries,
the sound of my heart beat
and the ringing in my ears,
the agonal movement of my lungs,
and the rapidness of my breath
I can see the distraught faces
then the sounds grow dimmer,
further away,
and everything blurs
as I close my eyes
Withered Dec 2020
its so funny...
Its funny how you pretend to care
Funny how im always crying
Its funny how you always "promise"  
Funny how I believed you
It's funny how you leave me to rot
Funny how you hurt me this much
Its funny how you could be so fake
Funny how I  couldn't see a snake
Its funny how your slipping away
Funny how I let you
Its funny you hurt me nonstop  
Funny how I say nothing

But the funniest thing about all this is the fact that this has happened before ,
And what's even funnier about all this is I opened up to you--when I should've locked the *******  door
Withered Oct 2020
A puppet on a string.
Every movement
Every word
A mimic
A rehearsal
Every breath is controlled

It wants to see the world
It wants to be free
But all the puppet can do
Is hang off its string


It wants to make friends
It wants to be happy
But it meets the string’s ends
And life’s quite ******  
It can see
But it cannot reach
It can hear
But cannot speak

If only it were free
Then it would speak
It if were free
It could reach

But the hands that hold it
Are its own
And it can’t decide
When to let go…..
:):
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