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Atchaya Abbott Poem
How could you tell them?
That you can't take it anymore;
That you're drowning
Into the depth of depression
And unhappiness;
That you can't see straight;
That no therapist could feel you
Or no priest could heal you
I can't breathe
Help me now!
I've seen people giving up
But the stupid pride
And fear in the guts
Pull the strings
Which may not hold longer
Making me wish to get that final contentment!
Then I remember saying,
"La vie est belle"
But wish I could tell
To that little girl
That sometimes it's a living hell
So choose your path wise
Which leads to mindfulness,
Happiness,no cage,
No rage, 'cause,
La vie est belle!
Copyright © Atchaya Abbott | Year Posted 2023
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Atchaya Abbott Poem
How heart wrenching it is!
That you wanted to be missed
Aching for your voice
Or just your presence.
It hurts,
It's lonely,
You have everyone that loves you
But you're still alone.
I'm weeping around these people
But none to care.
They never asked; they never will.
I think this is what melancholy feels like.
Copyright © Atchaya Abbott | Year Posted 2023
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Atchaya Abbott Poem
I sat behind him
He looked over to the side
I saw his lashes
My heart clashes
They're so curly
That I fell there surely
His eyes shine brightly
Full of life
Free of strife
When he woke up from sleep
I wish to swim in that pool of red sea
How I wish to never forget that bliss!
We locked eyes
I felt it hard to turn
I got captivated like I was never before
How I wish to get lost in there!
In those brown orbs , forever,
So enchanting ,yet warm and gracious,
And the crinkles when he smiles
Behind lies great sorrows and hurdles
Still looks innocent when he sleeps
I just want to look at him once more
To look into his eyes
To relive everything
To say goodbye ,
Just once more.
Copyright © Atchaya Abbott | Year Posted 2023
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