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kiggled · 5 years

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Life Long Fight

There’s a pain inside

and it goes so deep.

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A big black hole

with the girl I once was

sitting at the bottom.

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Charred remains

of the fire of life

excitement of youth

that once burned bright.

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The heart still beats

The days still go by

Years have passed

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And yet,

still I live, in part,

trapped in the moments you took away.

Stolen.

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Your gift to me,

haunting memories

and a life long fight with myself.

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– kigl.2018

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kiggled · 5 years

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Haunted I Live

Does darkness follow

where I am near.

Is my shadow tender and frail.

An acheing heart.

Bruised memory.

Screaming soul.

Searching the wreckage

Is there sense in this madness

Are there the answers

to the haunting questions?

-@kiggled_poems 2018.

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kiggled · 5 years

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what happened to you

that you had to steal the light growing in me?

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what happened to you

that you wanted to?

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what happened to you that you needed to steal power over a child?

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what ever happened to you..

you still shouldn't have done that to me.

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- kigl.2018 @kiggled_poems

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kiggled · 5 years

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I should probably be going to bed

but there's so much to be said,

it's all wirling around

but I can't isolate the words

can't form them into sentences.

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They only flow when there's no hope of recording them down on the page

like in the shower

when I get out the words have run dry

and all I have is this aching body from dragging the enormous weight of the words I haven't yet been able to write.

-kigl.2018. - @kiggled_poems

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kiggled · 5 years

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Lost

Lost.

I am lost to myself

and all others.

I am not the freedom I seeked before

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Lost for all

and to all the things I loved to do.

Lost.

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I am lost.

the spark and pleasure

I once had for the things I loved to do

lost.

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I have lost myself

misplaced

somewhere along the way.

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There is an emptiness

where once stood passion

for the things I loved to do.

now each fills me with enough anxiety

to drown in.

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One day I'll lose the emptiness

and instead,

the passion shall be found once more.

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-kigl.2018 ... @kiggled_poems

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kiggled · 5 years

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When the darkness became the light to a soul that was blinded by the sun

When the darkness convinced me it was in fact the light,

a balm to nurse my bruises back to health

A way to live and to be safe

Though locked in a fortress

I may be safe

But the soul dies for all it sees is darkness.

-kigl.2018

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kiggled · 5 years

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Girl's Gone

Like ripples in a pond.

A stone is thrust into water

Ripples erupt

Shock waves.

The hard, unyellelding rock plumetts to the waters bed.

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A tombstone in the sand.

A soul died here.

Innocence lost.

A grave for the child's remaining days,

Never to be played.

She'll never be quite the same.

One act.

Shock waves.

Thunder upon the soul.

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A cage is forming

invisible, until too late.

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Girl's gone.

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The cage has locked around her.

Years after,

in the making since that day

The day never to be forgot

The cage has locked.

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-kigl.2018- @kiggled_poems

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kiggled · 5 years

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What if the burning never stops?

The flames lick at my feet

and yet, it seems I don't care.

Maybe I'm the wild land

needing to be replenished

by fire.

-kigl.2018

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kiggled · 5 years

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survive or thrive..?

You got to work out what you're fighting for..

Are you fight for you to survive

Or the ocd to thrive.

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You got to work out what you're fighting for..

There comes a time

Where two lines are struck, and you gotta pick a side.

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You got to work out what you're fighting for..

Are you fight for you to survive

Or the ocd to thrive.

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- kigl.2018 @kiggled_poems

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kiggled · 5 years

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The Abyss

Moments of brilliance can’t be comprehended by the numb bland weary thick fog of most days.

My moments of brilliance aren’t brilliance anyway.

They are merely just moments of thought.

Clarity.

In the otherwise dumb ache of nothingness.

-kigl. 2018.

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