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Hedge-of-Thorns

Published: Oct 18, 2010

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Don't tell me to get over it
As though that took so little wit
Contempt in your rolling eyes
Primacy poorly disguised

Don't order me to suck it up
For I drink from a bitter cup
You ask why I can't just 'move on'
But all my forward thrust is gone

Don't say that it's just a phase,
I still can't see past this maze.
The little fissure those eyes see
A chasm meant to swallow me

Don't claim that you can empathize
It reeks of haughtiness and lies
And all your pretty banal words
Swirl around like feral birds

You seem sure that their pecking
Makes my mind so much tougher

But that which doesn't kill
Will only make me suffer

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I suppose that this is a sort of PTSD/Depression commentary. I'm not entirely happy with it, and will be open to any and all suggestions for improvement.

*What emotional quality were you left with, and was it relatable?

*Are the verses too rigidly uniform? Would the piece be better served by combining the last two stanzas into two long verses instead? (Initially I did this, but was concerned that it interrupted the flow.)