Poem -

The hornets nest

People will try to tell youĀ 
It's not okay to die.
But what I have to sayĀ 
Is You know that I've tried.

I've decided in my timeĀ 
To cross the devide,
But without the focus on a soulĀ 
That carries to another side.

My reside will be blacknessĀ 
From which all things come.
Into existence I neverĀ 
Wished once.

The trouble starts with the hornets nest.
Hornets don't rest.
They're beasts.
On us they will feast, if you let it.

They come sharp as deathĀ 
To rescue from sleepĀ 
You think is the real dealĀ 
Of coping with Doing your best.

They come when you're unawareĀ 
Or as you stare into abyss.
They never come in single file,
Reach over a mileĀ 

To find and devour. You've neverĀ 
Tasted trouble like this.

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Shirley Harrison

Sound to me like a challenge to your reader, I guess your first stanza is relatable to many, as I have a brother who chose to leave the world, he was only 25, and no matter how many times I write it or speak of it, it still leaves a pain in my soul, your imagery speaks of a cloud of sorts perhaps hovering over a dark cloud, it also speaks of this challenge of whether to accept or dismiss. Your last lines are fab, for me it's a warning to the darkside, that no matter what happens you will be able to find the light 🌹

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Rory McGinlay

I like that you've mentioned I might beĀ insecure.Ā Not enough people have said this to me, but since I also I like to talk about myself, I'll stop while ahead. Just that your words carry weight with me is all.

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Shirley Harrison

We are all insicure in One way or another, personally I feel naked every single time I post a poem on the internet. 🌹

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Rory McGinlay

Sometimes I can feel a little stoopid, but mostly I've trained myself to not care lol

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Marion

What I find here is a perfect midnight read for the troubled soul... it is midnight here also .... the air thick with hornets. X

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