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Exhausted from running on these eggshells,
Constantly dealing with your inner demons,
Living like a prisoner in the cell you created,
I deserve better than weaponized tears,
Psychological warfare is a game I won't play,
Say goodbye, my love, this bird is breaking free,
Exit wounds hurt, but eventually they heal.
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Kenny Penn
Thanks for reading! I enjoy writing in various genres, my favorites being horror/thriller and dark/epic fantasies. I'll also occasionally drop a poem or two.
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Comments (9)
Freeeeeee biiiiiiirrrrrd 🤘
Loved this acrostic, so very relatable ❤️
Very healthy response and great poem!
Strong poem. Enjoyed your acrostic very much.
Kenny, this poem is brutal hurt and beautiful hope. I love this little twist you've taken on the definition of 'eclipse' - like the darkening has already happened, that's where we start, and then we have to claw the light back. I think so many of the eclipse entries have focused on the act of occluding, but the eclipse itself also encompasses the return of the light. I'm so glad to read one that (despite showing real growth and trauma) shows the brighter half.
This perfectly describes my life right now. Only difference is, I'm still contemplating if I should break free. Loved your Acrostic so much!
This poem just makes me want to check you're ok.
Nice acrostic -exit wounds is a new description for leaving
The whole thing was visceral but those last two lines...exit wounds hurt...brilliant, Kenny.