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Triggering (SI) - a pretty sombre poem from ages ago.
i found this poem id written ages ago when i was in a very bad place and iv never shown anyone or anything, so thought i would here. sorry its so awful if anyone reads it!
Take Your Last Bough
Heavy, drooping limbs in a grotesque bough,
Twisted and battered. Swaying calmly, steadily,
To a constant, inaudabletune.
Life seeping away, tricklng to the ground,
Each drop taking with it another memory of the life once within.
Time, damage, irreversible now,
Leaving, in cruel irony, only time lift.
Time to wait for the pain and sadness to cease,
Peace to commence,
For eternity.
Suspense fills the air,
Fills the dark puddles forming on the ground below.
Limbs hand limp, tired, drained, no life left to give the earth,
Squeezed dry of every last hope and breath.
The earth has won, destroyed another soul.
So slowly, painfully, with not a secnd thought,
No mourning, no remorse, no sorrow, just taken.
And why should the earth be easier on you? Kinder?
You don't deserve it.
You deserve a worse fate.
But you'll decide when, not the cruel earth.
You.
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