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Vigil Woods Poem
I'm down on the ground,
My brain starts to pound,
It may not be fun,
But ten seconds aren't done.
10 seconds remain.
I still have time,
To arise again,
The timer hasnt hit ten,
Time isn't my friend,
8 seconds remain.
I punch hard, I kick,
I choke, I feel sick.
I try to yell, over the incessant chants,
This is the last time, my last chance.
Five seconds remain.
I call out, my plight.
I never wanted this fight.
I press up with all my might,
I feel progress, my eyes are losing their light.
Three seconds remain.
It all hurts, to breathe,
Under my worst foe, I am beneath.
For it is no human, it's within me.
I need to get up, to be free.
But it isn't over, I can win,
I push against that evil twin,
The sadness loses hold, I can get up.
One second remains.
Copyright © Vigil Woods | Year Posted 2024
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Vigil Woods Poem
I want to be a rockstar!
With a house and a fancy car!
And to have tons of money!
Maybe even a private jet for me!
To be rich and not care!
To have suits to wear!
I have so many things to do,
Wait what about you?
I just want to run, far away.
I just want to survive, another day.
I just want to have someone, who cares.
I just want to sleep, without nightmares.
I just want to wake up and not be sad.
I just want to have a birthday, and be glad.
I just want someone to love me,
All I want, is to be happy.
Copyright © Vigil Woods | Year Posted 2024
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