Empty Desk

Empty Desk short poem

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Desk, empty because, you bullied her.
Left her feeling worthless.
Took all her courage,
made everything seem hopeless.

Never the one to ask.
All she wanted was acceptance.
She never wished, anything, but
a friend to feel her presence.

Hurtful words and lies,
did their best to make her cry.
Lost her interest in the world,
became a bird with no will to fly.

Truly wretched to consider,
when dying becomes easier than life
No more energy left to fight.
She thought of the sharpened knife.

Desk, still empty.
You went and bullied her,
you committed life’s biggest crime.
Your words became death’s chauffeur.

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Preeti
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Touched some long-forgotten chords in me..Must say, you write really well!

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