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The Hunted

April 3, 2012
By cmac6494 GOLD, Middleburgh, New York
cmac6494 GOLD, Middleburgh, New York
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Cut the cord holding me down!
Parental ties limit emotion’s flight.
Let me be, set me free.
That final straw, camel breaks.
Almost there bereft of snare.






Molting back, re-opened scars.
Little reminders of self hate.

It’s better this way, to ease this day.
Tensed, with triggered-thoughts. No one cares, empty stares.

One last breath, final flight toward freedom.
Click.


The author's comments:
This poem compares suicide to the flight of a bird.

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