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splitting irises;
these pupils dilating rapidly into a black hole,
behind closed, locked, shackled doors.
there's a monster,
but it isn't hiding under this bed,
teeth gnashing in silent malice.
it's not even clawing at the walls of the closet.
it's awakening now,
rearing up for the strike
behind these glassy corneas.
you know,
diseases that get right into your head
take everything from you.
you don't have anything
anymore-
not even your own mind.
(i find it a shame that
no matter how thick your skull is
it still can't stop the monsters from getting in.)
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what about him?
he cries, but no-one hears,
they shelter themselves from his pain,
they think he's a nuisance,
they ignore his cries,
He screams, but no one hears,
but they still feel his cold breath as it hits them,
they don't care, they won't embrace him,
what if i were to cry?
what if i screamed?
they would care for me,
maybe only from pity,
but that would be better than nothing,
he has nothing,
no-one to care for him,
no-one to even pity him,
no-one.
his name?
The sky
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Reality
She is terrified
But She keeps her mouth shut
A broken relationship they have formed
Absent of trust
Is it another man?
Of course not, never
But He won't believe Her
And so She suffers forever
Bruises and cuts
She is covered from head to toe
But She searches for nothing else
He is all that She knows
Love, love, love
You are just but a dream
Love, Love, Love
Absence is Her reality
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My Reality
Grasping for reality
Something only I can see
Others have such crowded views
To see the world's true coloured hues.
Trust me when I tell you this
You are surrounded by a mist.
It makes you not the bit to see
What Humanity is to really be.
People come to me at best
Learned that I have passed their test.
And every time with what you do
You'll never see what world is true.
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Honestly speaking, I was talking about something on the exact same topic as this poem with one of my friends. You're right about what's written in the brackets.
Thematically, it portrayed its idea well, and I particularly like how the desperation in this poem takes on that perspective immediately and consistently. It does feel drastic, but its good for this poem.
Well done.