The NoteA Poem by Hell in a Hip FlaskWould you cry while reading it? Or would it silence you? Would you deny it forever? Or accept that it’s true? How long would it take to read it? Could you finish it there and then? Or would it lay crumpled, half read, never to be seen again? How long would you hold it for? Could you keep it forever? Or would you forget it, move on and speak of it never? Could you ever think how it felt to write it? Would you feel the nights I didn't sleep? All the voices I heard that made me sink so deep. The four walls that closed every single night, with the only light seen reflected in my eyes from my laptop’s screen, as the words in this machine, tried to drown the cries, make sense of the sighs and shed light on the scene. But the words are blurry now, there’s no certainty in my speech. My thoughts twisted and gnarled, with the light out of reach. There’s no spark in my head, nor sparkle in my eye, I forget my own words! My mind’s unwilling to try. Would you know what I mean, when I say that I tried. Tried to live, tried to love please don’t think that I lied. However you read this, know it’s the purest I wrote as this is it, my final note. © 2017 Hell in a Hip FlaskReviews
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2 Reviews Added on January 21, 2017 Last Updated on January 25, 2017 Tags: depression, isolation, writing, trapped AuthorHell in a Hip FlaskMoscow, IDAboutI’m a new writer, I enjoy writing short essays, but would love feedback on anything and everything. Don’t be afraid to tear into my work, it will be appreciated more..Writing
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