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The Aftereffects Of Bullying

Travis Green

The words were there, but I couldn't
Search for the accurate explanation
For how I was feeling, the harsh taste
Stuck on my tongue, staying there
To remind me that some things
Can't be forgotten, a creepy sound
In the background that made
My body shake, my lips twitch,
Thinking of how long I could stay strong

I never believed when I began school
I would endure extremely terrible insults
From numerous bullies, the mudslinging
The dark grey diction grasping to my throat
Trying to choke me as I almost wailed
To every aching episode, not knowing
How to be strong on my own
Especially when life passes you by
Every world-shattering moment

The nights that came were drastically
Excruciating and chaotic, catastrophic
Moments clinging tightly to my confused
Chest, feeling the exceeding fieriness
On the surface, the continuous amber pain
That slithered like an enraged and venomous
Snake around my flesh, inflicting thunder
Stunning poetry on my wrecked frame

I was feeling it all, the perpetual pressure
Swelling up in my chest, the powerless
And pale syllables drowning in dejection
The slimy vowels clung to my perished arms
The rundown sentences struggling for serenity
As I prayed I could break free from the weight
Of this brick-breaking bullying, leave the past
Companionless, drift away from the heartbreak
Like a runaway shattered lover

I never believed the bullying could break
My sprightly spirit the way it did, but after
All the years of feeling deconstructed
Like an off-beat, broken clock, flickering
On and off like a worn-out, dim lamp
I didn't know what was right or wrong
Anymore, all I could feel was indistinguishable
Damaged dreams floating in anguish
Trying to find a brighter place
To claim back its freedom

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