If you had been saved, I wouldn’t have caved
Insert info here, of whom was held dear
What did I do?
to warrant bullseye from you...
echoes of foe, thriving off my woe
What did you tell yourself?
when suffocating my health...
How could you sleep?
knowing of my piercing weeps...
Did you foretell of my upcoming demise?
When meeting my swollen paralyzed eyes...
Everyday you are not saved, paves deeper other graves
You reeled in my fate, encouraging my last date
My families turn weeping, now I’m no longer breathing
For an oasis I found 6 feet underground
My obituary whilst new, an ink stained doing of you
Did my last breath see to your happiness?
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am very impressed.
Hello, thank you for your comment and for taking the time to read my poem!
So ?Alex? – Your name, to be addressed by? Or ‘Cat’?
I’m undecided as to whether bullying is the result of too much power or too little on the part of the bully. Education of the young in the general field of, for want of a better term, social psychology is fundamental, I believe.
Usual skilled piece.
I’m still working on my Alias. Cat I like although it seems too light for the pieces I write. I believe it to be a mixture of both, you could equally argue each side of the coin. Education is key. Thanks for reading another one of my poems!
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