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Emily Hochberg Poem
I’m breathing not enough
to let this go.
I’m sighing with the strength
I do not possess.
I’m waking to this sky
of black and gold and scary eyes.
I’m shaking fiercely so that
I can barely type these words.
I’m writing clumsy nothings
to make this feeling known…
But you,
you jump on my brittle bones
that can not with stand the force.
But you,
you scrape my soul
of everything it was.
But you,
you are deciding my fate;
I am impatient for my death;
dear Lord, I can not wait.
Copyright © Emily Hochberg | Year Posted 2010
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Emily Hochberg Poem
I’m dying in my sleep
while I’m awake
in your ideal world.
You’re nasty,
and you’re scary,
and you taste like
rotted dead bodies.
Why do you rule me?
What have I done?
What are my sins?
While you deny me
of my privilege
to enter my life,
I seize to know what’s mine.
You do your work so well,
looking down on me
with your cruel intentions,
pushing me down
when I’ve already fallen;
pulling my hair,
shoving my body,
pulling me through your web
of chaos.
Where did I ever go wrong
with myself? I am drowning,
yet there is no light.
I can’t see,
I’m so afraid
of you.
Copyright © Emily Hochberg | Year Posted 2010
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Emily Hochberg Poem
There are so many places,
Some where it is dark and black,
Some cold as ice,
Solid and cruel.
But then you see light
In some of those places…
And the ice melts,
The solic, cruel ghost
Disappears.
Sometimes these places
Have many personalities,
A drastic, scary switch.
Sometimes they hibernate
Deep within for a time,
These dark cold spaces,
Places,
Cold places,
So cold it slices you.
Cruel,
Like the devil himself.
Then there is serenity,
So beautiful, like a rainbow:
Red,
Purple,
Yellow,
Orange,
And then…
Drastic changes,
Changing places.
Copyright © Emily Hochberg | Year Posted 2010
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