Failed Society
I was consumed by depression when I went for a walk, the walk was supposed to help. But I looked around me and words kept pouring out. I didn’t like what I saw, it didn’t make me happy. It didn’t look like a thriving society. But of course we all act like it is. 🌹Works I’ve read and loved by: Cathy (Christine Acheini) Ben-Ameh, Colleen Millsteed, Sandy Gillman, Tim Carmichael, Tanya Rosa Marie, Annie Kapur, Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred. In the order I’ve read them 🌹

I saw a shadow but I was not there,©️🎭
My heart beat went where nothing could be felt.
Straight face.©️🎭
Yet I stayed. ©️🎭
Leaves hurried along when the wind blew to get away.
I should've followed them and stepped off the deep end.
I smiled. ©️🎭
Debris
They came but
I wasn't blind to the freckled petals.
They weren't in the sun ray.©️🎭
A tear dropped.
Took the veil from my eyes.
Destruction within,
Everything became that which should've been burnt.
Wiped out, never to be done or said out loud.©️🎭
I yelled at the back of my throat but my mouth was shut.©️🎭
Yet these petals became law and we clothed ourselves,
So the unwell
Became the dead living in the great big
Expanding shell.©️🎭
I laughed and cheered.©️🎭
But the fact is a mirror
And I was never going to
Be made a friend.©️🎭
I held my hands up.
I closed the door to my soul.
Drifting through life
As if I were a cold ghost
On the wind.©️🎭
I dresed up in a fancy dress.
Every soul that comes by,
I let them cruise through me
Never to touch the core
Of what made me
Me.©️🎭
I smiled.
I kept swimming
As if I ever learnt how.
Breathing under a body of water so cold.
I could give in.©️🎭
Straight face.
But everything would bleed under my skin.
I would be a lesser beam hoping to succeed
At loving you.©️🎭
I held my hands up.
So the mask that I wear is a big smile on my face.
A thumbs up of praise.
While my own desire dies down in a big pot of stew.©️🎭
A tear dropped©️🎭
No house.
No kids.
I am not through.
I hate being on this cruise with you.©️🎭
I laughed and cheered.
I want to be your friend.
I don't want to be snoozed.
But if I opened up and I fell away, ©️🎭
And I settled in front of you.
Bare hands.
Weapons nowhere near.
I won't be as strapped you.©️🎭
I held my hands up.
©️🎭
So I stay in the back of the queue.
Shrunken.
Hiding in plain sight.
While my body decay and I say.
Hey it's good, it's okay! ©️🎭
~Caitlin Charlton~
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Cathy (Christine Acheini) Ben-Ameh.
About the Creator
Caitlin Charlton
Writer first. Close reader and self‑taught critic shaping eloquence.
A survivor reclaiming her territory.
I write dark fiction and poetry through symbol, shadow, and fracture.
Always sharpening the craft. ✏️🔥👠
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