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Vulnerability, Vultures and Vast Emptiness

This poem was inspired by the people in my life who always dump their emotions on me and move on with their life like usual

Vulnerability, Vultures and Vast Emptiness

I can feel them 
Gnawing at my brain 
Fighting for the space 
Pulling me down the rabbit hole 
Which is nothing but a dark maze 
Of sadness, anger and revenge 
A maze where I am the scapegoat ;
The sacrifice 
For them to escape their thoughts and emotions 
While I am stuck 
Blindfolded, with no escape, no light and no hope
I feel myself going under like quicksand 
With no one to pull me up 
I sense myself hitting rock bottom while they float on cloud 9 
While they enjoy and have fun, 
I am sinking to the bottom of the ocean 
Burdened by all their emotion 
One day, when I reach the bottom,
I realize; it's all just an endless space of darkness
And however hard I try now, 
There is no escape...

 

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Gwendoline

A real sense of suffocation here. There are some of us who will always be expected to listen, yet can never be heard ourselves. But we all have our own battles in life. They all deserve acknowledgment. I think you penned that well here. Poetry is a great way to get things heard. I hope you find comfort in writing 

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Delmayne Seekoei

Damn Rita 
you wrote the hell out of this one 
Girl I'm hooked 
Keep them coming...

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