Death of a Poet

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  No Houses
Watching every episode of sadness take hold, is like watching them die, over and over again.

*Reached 100 Reads: 10/14/2016*

Submitted: June 20, 2016

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Can you tell me why you’ve been, so sad lately?

Your recent work has upset me greatly.

It feels like there’s something you’re not saying,

Tell me how badly is your heart aching?

 

Do you feel like the weight of the world is resting,

On top of your shoulders, is that why you’re so depressing?

Did something bad happen to you,

To make you feel that blue?

 

Did someone make you cry yourself to sleep again?

Is that why you’ve tried to drown yourself in champagne?

Did someone say something that made feel so mad,

That you drew a picture of them dying on your sketch pad?

 

Did someone leave you all alone,

Is that why you’ve gone as cold as a stone?

Your body language says it all, it looks like you lost your backbone,

As you walk, head down with a dark cloud overhead, into the danger zone?

 

Tell me what they did to you, as I wipe your tears away,

Did they make you want to die because they forgot your birthday?

Or was it something else, just try your best

To put into words what’s made you so distressed.

 

I know you’re feeling sad, I don’t like to see you like this,

It’s okay that you want to talk to me, I’ll pull you out of the abyss.

I hate it when people act like this is something that’s beautiful,

Mental illness is an ugly thing, and that fact is indisputable.

 

I’ll pick you up when you’re down, cause you do the same for me,

That’s just what friends do for each other, accept the others idiosyncrasies.

I really don’t mind this at all, I love being able to help you out,

One day you’ll be okay, and you’ll break out of this self destructive roundabout.

 

It’s okay for a man to cry, it’s not a weakness it’s strength.

Don’t be afraid to open to me, you know we’re on the same wavelength.

I’ll hold you close, in my warm embrace, while you cry upon my chest,

It’s alright if you fall asleep on me, you’re stressed out and you need the rest.


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