i lay helplessly on the ground,
one among thousands of other brown, orange, and red leaves,
i lay still,
silent,
without my own free will
or means to move myself
as the ground beneath my body vibrates with the footsteps of passerby's,
I hear my friends' bodies crack like brittle bones,
crunching underneath hurried footfalls,
a shadow casts over me,
it moves closer and closer,
Until-
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bad poetry
Poetryhi, my name is anneliese and I write to deal with some of my life issues such as trauma from abuse, depression, anxiety, etcetera. writing has helped me heal and I'm not very good at it but it's a valuable coping skill for me. if you like this pleas...
