Poetry: Selections from M. Lee Woe
I’d Rather
I’m…
Terrified to go back home
To lose everything I’ve worked for
and go back to that hell hole
A child
Should never fear home
The place they grew up in
The place that should be a haven
Bow
To God, to the Father, to the Almighty
Kneel
To the parents who gave you life
Bleed
As a punishment for your crimes
I’m
Terrified to go back home
I’d Rather
Die
Anxiety Driven Insomnia
Now…
What happens now?
I feel like I'm
floating through space.
No hope,
No danger
Only a question
"What now?"
Mind is empty
Chaos hushes
As I float
further away.
Lingering sounds
won't let me rest
as it repeats:
"What should I do now?"
We stay empty
We stay silent
We stop thinking.
"What now?"
Nothing
There is nothing
We do nothing
We sleep
“Okay,
but
Just one question:
I must ask
Please tell me
What now?”
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