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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required In what one may think as a final hour Tense vessels tighten to squeeze out any blood that may be left To supply an already weakened body Suppressed by lack of freedom Surprised by the intense unpredictability of life Attacked from all angles in a moment’s notice without relent. No light shall shine today nor tomorrow A pot full of hot water can only boil so much until An eruption. It has happened. But instead of a release, The water keeps on burning Until soon there will be no more water The pot, empty, left to melt if it’s plastic It is plastic. Cheaply made and inexpensive A perfect representation of our government Oozing from flames beneath Causing an awful, unavoidable stench Toxic… This time the vessel cramps in the calf She knows now this is not minor stress A thousand bricks upon her chest And so, each day she rises, not to know But hopeful, that another problem thrown her way Will be the final one today. Quickly move, it’s late Another day to pretend she’s okay Why ask how are you? The answer will always be the same. “I’m doing well, are you okay?” She doesn’t ask that anymore She knows and says nothing of the sort Because reality is far from “doing well” She’s drinking from a poisoned well. A poison that she didn’t know Until, She fell. Head first she hit the cold, hard bottom Filled with black sludge and centipedes How they crawl up the walls in a hurry The dark, thickened water splashes All sides of an infestation There is no way out Perhaps try to climb some rocks Slippery little rocks aren’t meant for climbing Unless you have 100 legs Only thing she has Is 100 different types of pain The tunnel becomes her escape. Slip away Into the dark side of a hole in which will briefly be your last home Feel the bottom of the earth Swallow it whole. You have nowhere else to go. The faint light at the top Gives way to darkness Close your eyes The poisoned well will soon enough be gone, you know One day you will wake again… Until then, another knot Straight to the neck Suffocates any blood This time none comes back Let yourself go Let yourself go… And in letting go You will be reborn.
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