Qui Nous-sommes

Qui Nous sommes short poem

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It burns.
It stings.
It makes my heart yearn.
And how those birds sing.
I long to be free.
I need release.
Why won’t the demons listen to my plea?
I will never experience the kiss of peace.
I’ve seen the bottom, but oh gosh I want to see the top.
I only have one wish.
Never to delve further into the drop.
I now resemble a cold fish.
I’m falling and I don’t think I can stop.
I feel like a dirty dish.

When will this feeling cease?
It’s slowly killing me.
I think I need mental police.
This feeling is like a shot to the knee.
Please, oh, please release me from this curse.
The feeling keeps coming like a killing spree.
Silence the void and put me in the hearse.

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Saskia Maria

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I love reading, writing stories and poems. My favourite poets are the classics like William Blake and Samuel Taylor Coleridge. My goal in life is to be able to publish my poetry and stories but if you're going to dream big, you've got to aim higher
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