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Cheyenne Whitney

PO# 650474
United States
United States
January 17, 2020
 

-Trapped-
A glass cage, cold and sturdy.
I scream as loud as I can.
My voice horse; my throat lava.
1 drop, then 4.
My hands bloody and bruised.
The glass still smooth and strong.
I fall to the floor in an exasperated heap.
I. Am. Trapped.

KISS A PRINCE
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January 17, 2020
 

-Powerless-
The tears roll down her face like daggers into my heart.
I try to comfort her over the phone 35,000 miles away.
I stay with her on facetime.
1 hour fades into 3 then 5.
I have no choice but to watch her.
I'm still here; powerless.

DAREN COLBERT
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January 13, 2020
 

12:03am:
As I lay in the darkness knowing full well I should be asleep, I am visited by an old foe.
One who has battled with me for years. It is a tiring battle each time.
Taking more and more of my will to defeat each time.
1:45am:
As the battle rages on I turn to one side hoping it helps, then the other side and back again.
Realizing It does nothing to aid my efforts, I let out a defeated sigh.
Anxiety has won yet again.
3:20am:

ENDLESS STARS
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January 13, 2020
 

I find myself lost in a tidal wave of thoughts.
They race around my head on a never ending race track.
A sporting event i did not buy tickets to; As i sit in the stands begging to leave i am wraped in chains of curiosity.
It is demaning i find answers, oh how i long for the answers that will never arrive.
So i am left sitting.
Waiting.
For the end that wont come.

-A poem of anxiety-

FEEL IT WRITE IT
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