Poetry

Depression

She grabs me and refuses to let go

As if I’m the reason she survives

She penetrates me

Breaking through my not-so-thick skin

Making it nearly impossible

To get rid of her

And yet I still try

Because I want to be free

 

Run

Breathing heavily I run

Running through the dark

Away from what I think is a gun

To my suprise from behind I see a spark

 

     Foreseeing my death I close my eyes

     And stand still full of dread

     Only to realize it was all lies

     And wake up the next moment in my bed

 

 

Waste

The blue sea turns gray

Full of garbage and plastic

The killing of fish

And yet humans still do it

Without any repercussions

 

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