The women that stood at the door
Whose husband left sliced emotions under her eye
Couldn’t stay to sing the baby a lullaby at night
Grieved young in a corner scrunched up on a floor
Slits her wrist in snorts the happy moments
Prays in the daylight but turns into a stripper at night
Cause the government was no help with the lights
Or any help with another mouth to feed under poverty
Her daughter overdosed on drugs too blind to see
That the child she had was a gift with halo and wings
Lost faith looking out the door
With a soul hung upon ropes
Head tilt over stairs
High Hung over hills
Died from depression
Cause she couldn’t shoot , snort, smoke up aggression
Poetry
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I love the photograph you used for this poem. This poem really speaks for those who go unheard in this world and feeling the need to use other things like drugs, self-harm, and anger to deal with pain. It’s a serious subject that far too many people ignore. Problem is the more we ignore it, the more likely it is to continue to happen. It’s kind of sad like shown in the last two lines how she couldn’t find something to numb the pain, so she died because depression killed her. That really screams how important mental health is and why it should be taken seriously. Good job with this by the way!
Thanks!
Wowwwww, this was truly moving. I mean the way you strategically used those very words to invoke the true emotions behind the writing, is truly beautiful and inspiring. As i read from the top, all the way to the bottom i was filled with the overwhelming feeling of different emotions. I can feel the anger, the frustration, the loss of love, the feeling of betrayal and the feeling of hopelessness. Amazing work, it was raw and honest. Great work!
Thanks!