HallowA Poem by HallowLike an autobiography without the garnish. Bare bones.
The story begins in the sun
So much beauty, so much fun Smiles, laughter, love abound Until I saw a frequent frown. Amber liquid, smoke caked air Electric charged breath. Despair. Yelling, fighting, crying, pleas. Alcoholism, destructive disease. Sudden death, and weepy folks But just who is bothered the most? Comfort and laughter, given away Inside is silence, worry will stay. We all cope in such odd ways And some take up special blades. Year after year. Scar after scar. A finish line both near and far. People can come, save us a little. Until we realize, they're just as brittle. Lies upon lies, hurt upon hurt Until you've lost all self-worth. Little ones come, is there joy? Of course not. That's another ploy. What is it to have a village? Another guilt trip and a pillage. Something else they don't say, Give away a babe. Solemn pray. A family elated, happiness soars Here we are, enter your score. Emptiness and anguish, so low. Unsheathe now a blade of woe. Was it right or was there light? Am I selfish? What is this spite? Somehow it's not enough, still. So many others, a greater bill. We split and we split, power in numbers. Now there's too many voices, go slumber. People reach out, and try to help Again, again, I'm too far to be felt. The grey leeches, slowly consuming. The end is now ever looming. The chitter, the chatter, and the spatter. Mental anguish, everything clatters. Drunk on the feeling of self-rot. If I go ghost, forget me not. © 2025 HallowFeatured Review
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