She becomes a whisper
that runs against the wind,
jagging at your open throat
thrashing, condemning
everything you ever loved,
she controls you and
you never even see her slip
her soft arms around you.
Author notes
Just a short poem I wrote on the spot.
Please tell me what you think
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Is this about about death? or is this about a mother figure.. It's beautifully written, cryptic and metaphoric.
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It's about depression. I have bipolar II disorder and it's a struggle everyday.
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