Navigating death as a way to escape life.
Only to find strife in the idea that cuts
like a knife, my conflicted soul.
A slash that ran across my chest as my arms lift
silently crying for help.
A bloodbath that runs like a cascade
that never ends.
A deep breath calling for help, not death.
Cut, cut deep cut inflicted by a mind not a knife.
Only to encounter a wall, keep quiet my soul, shhh
Let me listen to my companions and demons in silence,
before the sentence is passed.
Silencing my soul with a deep cut.
About the Creator
KC Taylor
Catherine C. Taylor is Muslim-Puerto Rican journalist with a vision to bring community awareness through storytelling. She is a Rutgers-Newark Graduate with a BA in Journalism and International Affairs.
Cages of Emotions
Fear is a beast An hungry one at that Feasts on the liver first Keeping dreams grounded Never to take flight Sadness comes in to visit in tow With depression Then anger sets in To fight the denials Scaring away all hope and happiness Pains is felt all over As dreams seem to seep away In silence But what are we without them What are vessel without its content What are human without emotions Nothing But mere emptiness A dried husky shaft Yet with emotions, all focus is lost All strategy ridden with flaws All aims at the target is off All thinking is less that straight As we bend under emotional weight We are but cages of wild emotions That would never stay put As Fear joust with reason Anger with calmness Sadness trying to overcome happy states Depression over clouding motivation We humans docile vessels Of emotional party animal Feel the turbulence within As all emotions fights To be the first one out And when they do come out Anger manifest in fury of punches Fear manifest in flight As happiness in tear of joy Making the world a zoo Of emotional experiences Seen in dramatic expression In every single Cage
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