Your Games

Your Games

A Poem by Sydney

A few months have passed since I last saw your face, but I could not have made it through with seeing your face like I so wished I could. Your image tortured me and you trapped my thoughts in a cage and poked them with needles so they would slowly deflate or burst unexpectedly. You filled my mind with wicked lies; you cut out my throat so I could not be heard; you placed those stoned in my stomach and watched me burn; but now...  I can sip at my tea and watch as your kingdom shatter. 

© 2018 Sydney

Author's Note

I had a lot on my mind so I am sorry if you do not understand fully... but enjoy my deepest thoughts.

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Powerful. There seems to be hints of panic or desperation then ends with a sudden feeling of satisfaction, a “now it’s your turn to suffer.” I especially like the line “you cut out my throat so I could not be heard.”

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Added on August 21, 2018
Last Updated on August 21, 2018
Tags: depressed, unleashed, hemming



Savannah, GA

I am a student who just likes to write to have a release from emotion. It helps me escape from the world I live in and gives me a way to ease my mind. Writing helps me understand my own feelings and g.. more..

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