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Meghan Goss Poem
The corridors that twist endlessly,
Passing through from here to there,
They confuse the mind,
And injure the soul.
Words that are said,
Can never be unsaid.
Actions that are used,
Can never be unused.
The thoughts that you utter,
Are harmful,
Hurtful.
They slice through flesh,
Cut deep through skin and bone.
They are the blades that we all possess.
These tongues that are so marvelous,
But so harmful at the same time.
When we walk together,
Through these halls that confine us,
That keep us tied here through connections.
Connections of promise,
Money,
Faith,
Hope,
Connections that make us scared to break them.
What is this place,
One may ask.
It’s the place of learning,
Where the only trolls that guard the rooms,
Are the teachers.
And the only warriors,
Are the students.
These mazes of halls and rooms,
Are but the castle of death,
And connections.
The majority of our lives,
Spent here,
As we dodge the bludgeoning blows,
From the clubs they hold,
From the authority they use on us.
The other warriors,
The ones with the hurtful swords,
The ones with the cutting tongues,
The ones that laugh and snicker,
Secretly hold back their own tears,
Even as they laugh at yours.
For we all,
Feel alone sometimes.
As if,
No one wants us,
No one loves us,
No one wants to be us.
It’s here that you bend,
Or break.
Survive,
Or die.
It’s here that you learn about yourself.
How useless you are.
How worthless your thoughts are.
How much your body betrays you.
The lies they tell you,
Are the ones you will believe for the rest of your life.
The lies you tell yourself.
The ones where you say,
“This is me.”
“This is all I’ll ever be.”
“Worthless.”
“Stupid.”
“Useless.”
These are the most damaging.
More damaging than the words of others,
Are the words you tell yourself.
This is the school,
Castle of Learning,
The place where all they tell you is,
“Be yourself, yourself is good,”
But yourself is not good enough.
Not for the trolls,
Not for the fighters,
Not for the teachers,
Not for the students,
Not even for yourself.
Copyright © Meghan Goss | Year Posted 2014
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Meghan Goss Poem
Standing still
And watching in silence
The breath breathes out
Slow,
Slower,
Stopped.
The heart races
And the eyes are wide
The blood pumps
Moving under taut skin
Death watches, eyes black,
Black as midnight,
Black as the sky on a starless night
And you stand.
Terrified.
Petrified.
Frozen.
Caught.
He approaches, skeletal hand searching
You shrink away, heart stopping
Even his presence will affect
Skin cools,
Even as eyes roll back.
‘Come my dear’ he will intone,
And go you will.
Copyright © Meghan Goss | Year Posted 2014
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Meghan Goss Poem
“Right now, right now,”
people clamour
“Look at me, pay attention to me,”
they cry
“To live is to suffer”
they say
“To be attached is to suffer”
they declare.
“Please, please,”
I say.
“Help me, I’m drowning,”
I scream.
“I have to feel loved.”
“I have to desire.”
“I have to be human,”
I shout as they all try to drown me out.
Copyright © Meghan Goss | Year Posted 2014
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Meghan Goss Poem
The blackness washes through me,
Like a black wave of fire,
Burning and licking at my insides.
It hurts.
The constant ache.
Even as angels would watch over me,
So would demons.
They claw at me,
Scream at me,
Pound on me.
I am not invincible.
Sooner or later, I'll break.
When this all oozes out,
Your name will be the last thing on my lips.
Not in condemnation,
But in apology.
Copyright © Meghan Goss | Year Posted 2014
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