Poem -
Questions
What is that?
The sound of a woman crying
The aroma of ash and smoke
It must be death
Who is there?
A blade dripping in red blood
The scars on my arm
Oh, it’s you, Depression
Why are you haunting me?
So close, so cold
You have swallowed my pride
It must be you, My Demons
What is that sound?
Laughter of teenagers
A warm smile that welcomes me
Oh, Hello Friends!
Are you there?
The warmth of one’s embrace
The sweet taste upon my lips
How are you, Love?
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Hey Adriana.........VERY well written piece......... sad............. cutters do that when extreme depression become a part of the game.........i sincerely hope this is a work fiction........ and not something you're going through personally.......... nonetheless...... this POWERFUL stuff......... well delivered............T xo
My poems are a lot about my life and thank you!