Poetry

Parents leave and children rail.

Children leave and parents pale.

Either way, we live in Hell.

-Stella
9-14-18

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A leaf falls
My heart lets go
A thread breaks
And it all falls to thready pieces
Of pain and joy and death and whys?
My brain is flooded
Of fear, adrenaline
Pull back!
Push forward!
HARD!!!
Try Try Try
Nearly die
Nearly DIE
Breathe innnnn
Pursed lips quietly gently
release the air
Blowing silently out
Do you hear?
Life isnt fair
A leaf falls
I AM laid bare
A leaf falls falls falls…
my soul tears
I t   t e a r s
I hear the whispering air

-Stella
7-30-18