Hours

Hours turn into days,

days turn into weeks.

I can't get out of my head,

I get no sleep.

Scared to look under my bed,

because that's where my demons lay their heads.

So I hide under the sheets,

while the demons sleep beneath.

C-L-S

VT

17 years old

Poetry

By C-L-S

A letter to ICE

Pledge your life to liberty and justice,
raise your hand and take an oath to serve and protect,
who are you protecting though?

I watch the news and see agents hurting the innocent,
children,

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Poetry

By C-L-S

You deserve to be happy

I want to make someone happy that destroyed my soul,
I want to make them feel,
they deserve to be happy,
and not think the entire world is against them,
because I'm not.

They broke me,

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Poetry

By C-L-S

The cellphone between you and me

I don't understand why "ghosting" is so normalized.
What happened to communication?

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