Len’s poem

by Len

Sadness, beyond measure,
You will not leave,
My mind is yours to keep,
I loathe the weakness …

Sorrow, aching, and present,
You dwell inside,
My intellect powerless,
I despair over the struggle …

Shame, in losing the fight,
You shred one’s dignity,
My spirit again incarcerated,
I can see the dark …

Suffering, malignant thought,
You defeat and eviscerate,
My life thus made hollow,
I have become something else …

Sanity, once at hand but not,
You beg for certitude,
My body seeks safe harbor,
I find only savage seas …

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Behind the Smile

“Writing is a healthy coping mechanism compared to the other unhealthy ones I express in my writing.” –Morgan

by Morgan Altic

There was a girl
With her chin held up high
Covering up her pain
None of her friends knew she wanted to die

She walked through the halls
Holding secrets that were hard to bear
If only someone knew what was going on within her
Yet nobody seemed to care

There’s only one release
For the pain that still remains
The blade that’s embedded in her wrist
And a shirt that’s covered in blood stains

She has good days … Read more...