Freshly Dusted

 I move to meet him. Armed with knowledge Of his past, his family, And that which he loves. Yet, when I look into his eyes at that confrontation, I realize that the arms I brought are useless. We are so much more than our passions And our pursuits. We aren’t always thinking Of what to write next. Or how to solve that math...

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The pictures on my bedroom walls Watch me in my self-consciousness. I am not myself around them. They stare at me, heartless. Like ghosts of themselves, I know the personalities of my spies. They see the secrets that I hide. They see through my lies. And when I meet their true selves, Perhaps in the shopping mall, I marvel they don’t know my...

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Hidden behind mental walls, I hear my demon’s screams. Echoing losses and frustrations, And lamenting broken dreams. I look piercingly within, To the hollows of my soul. Depression and Anxiety Have taken their toll. It is simple to escape, Just open up the door. But my eyes can’t find the doorknob; An empty shell hits the floor. ...

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