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Kiera Dixon Poem
As I sit back and reminisce about my day,
I ponder all the happenings that came to play.
All the concessions, all the bargaining, all the ways I gave in;
My stomach drops as if I've committed an egregious sin.
Why is always about they want?
I'm constantly preaching about boundaries and maintaining them,
Yet mine at the slightest breeze seem to snap like a stem.
It feels like sacrifice after sacrifice is made in the name of peace
But none of my own turmoil halts to a cease.
Why are my feelings always discarded?
As the sun sets and we disperse to attend to our own lives,
I feel like fish fileted by dull knives.
I rest my spinning head and try to reach some sort of closure
For my dreams won't come without some sort of composure.
Why do I always fall by the wayside?
Copyright © Kiera Dixon | Year Posted 2024
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Kiera Dixon Poem
What am I doing? This
Isn't me. I'm watching myself
Commit the unthinkable in
The name of duty and
I hate it.
Everyone is heralding me
A hero
When I only feel like the villain
Who actually wins. This isn't
Me.
When they said 'protect and serve'
I never knew that came with
Hands stained red. I fail to see
The honor in taking the lives of others.
This isn't me.
How can I live with myself? I
Toss and turn as the ghosts
Of my misdeeds choke the life
I have left. This isn't me.
It can't be.
Copyright © Kiera Dixon | Year Posted 2024
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Kiera Dixon Poem
It is a Flame so brilliant I dare not grow close
But still, I fear it may Burn me
So I Smother it. I throw upon it layers of hatred, isolation, vitriolic disgust. I Curse its name to anyone who will listen and I Curse even louder to the ones that don't. I Douse the Flame with wave after wave, watching in glee as it its glow diminishes.
The Flame is Gone, and I have killed it, and I feel no remorse, no shame, no regret.
The Flame is Gone and I have killed it, and I'll continue to kill whatever spark comes next.
Copyright © Kiera Dixon | Year Posted 2024
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