Anarchy Steps heavy with Steel toed boots Torches replace Keystrokes Wooden stakes Carved into words Skewering insides Turning logic Into a constant Trickling streams Of overdosed panic Invisible blood Flows thick Drawing poison From weak souls Until the puss Runs sticky And thoughts sit Restless In puddles Of old and dried Scabby wounds Until remorse Draws clarity…
Sometimes we all lose control Undiagnosed Hidden deep down Moving around In the underneath Snaking its way With insensitivity Prolonging emotions With turbulent chaos Acts of joy and love Riddled with shame Deep sadness Unrelenting anxiety No escaping barriers Foundational walls Built to protect Are falling in Rubble cascading Toward a mad demise Each betrayal…
Please welcome my #BeReal guest today, Rebecca Lombardo. Many of my readers will relate to Rebecca. I know I do. All I can say is never give up. As I entered my senior year of high school, I noticed that my mood could change at the drop of a hat. I may get to school…
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