My depressing soul, Liza Cook [comprehension books TXT] 📗
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- Author: Liza Cook
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The other day a child asked me what is death
How could I answer a question I didn’t know myself
Is it floating in an endless eternity,
Maybe it is just a feeling of peace
Or perhaps we will burn for the sins we committed while we still had a breath left to give
We might just slowey decay under the ground, our corpses imprisoned in the wooden cage we were lowered down into this prison
Do we simply cease, our achievements that seemed so important at the time being erased from the memories of history itself
Do we still feel, do we hear the words of our loved ones as they wish us goodbye, do we shiver from the cold as we are six feet underground with the inability to talk and express our emotions because of deaths resistance to let us say that we are not truly gone
Pandora’s Box
It was dark when he woke
But it was not the beaming moon nor the prancing wind that disturbed his slumber
It was the sound of his ears pounding in his head from the silent loneliness that surrounded him
This was not the only demon accompanying him that night
He was tormented too by misery, depression, fear, grief, torment, helplessness, and humiliation
Suddenly the silence broke and his head was filled with the screams of Pandora’s box
All the pain and viciousness of the world was let loose behind the confines of his skull
In the background he heard the whispers of those he thought he knew,
Telling him to push through and that he would make it
But did he want to “make it” should he succumb to the will of the demons and be left alone,
Or face the never-ending torture that would surround him if he woke
Society’s Machine
I am not a product of society's machine
I am not like others with their picture perfect gleam
I am surrounded by people who are copies of one another
I am in a sea of plastic people in paper towns
We are churned out
Told that to be accepted we must move in this single file line
Silently we judge are scared of the judgement of our other copies
But we hide behind the identical smiles plaster across our plastic face
StolenDelirious I hear the pounding of blood in my head with the metallic taste in my throat to match
I can hear whispers of those who might be surrounding me
I am blind and bound chained by an unknown force
I know even now that death and I will meet soon
I feel a cool barrel against my forehead and a soft whisper in my ear
As those final words reach my subconscious a single tear escapes
A loud bang is heard to those invisible faces around me but it never reaches me
Nobody even knew I was one of the stolen
CrazyWhite walls surround me
Closing in and out me
I try to tell them
Warn them
The monsters are coming for us
Yet I am laughed and pittied like the rest of us
They give me special things
"So you you won't hurt yourself" they tell me
I think they just don't trust me
They tell me I just need help
Take the pills and everything will be fine
Just help me hunt the monsters
Then the voices will stop too
They'll stop yelling at me to do so
They won't help
I scream for them to but hey won't
They'll give me the special white jacket in the special white room
And leave surrounded in the darkness with the special word being whispered around me
Crazy
FangirlI sit enraptured by the images zooming past
Trying to ignore the pain in my head and the booming in my ears
I hide in the lives of others
For even though they have it worse
In their world I don't feel the pain
ImprintPublication Date: 02-19-2017
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