Notice of absence from Vanna
I come and go. Sometimes I will post everyday for a week and then I won’t post for months.
I come and go. Sometimes I will post everyday for a week and then I won’t post for months.
We scream and we scream, hoping it's just a bad dream.
Crying and crying, praying we aren't dying.
We bleed and we bleed from being used as a steed.
We shake and we shake, hoping to not break.
We scream and we scream — we aren't a dream.
-
Author:
Vanna (
Offline) - Published: March 29th, 2026 20:48
- Comment from author about the poem: Based off my previous poem slaughter
- Category: Unclassified
- Views: 29
- Users favorite of this poem: Tristan Robert Lange
- In collections: The Cost of Breath.
Offline)
Comments3
This poem conveys a sense of being caught in a nightmare of being used and helpless at the whims of the world where things are real. Nicely written
Thank you
Most welcome
Vanna, there’s a relentless energy in this that really carries through. The repetition builds that sense of strain, and that final line grounds it in something real and unignorable. It stays with you. Strong piece, my friend. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
Thank you so much
This is so amazing oh my goodness
To be able to comment and rate this poem, you must be registered. Register here or if you are already registered, login here.