Hells Cycle: I am Alone
Poem by: Rye Moira le Flibbertigibbet
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Hells Cycle: I am Alone - Prose |
Most people-pleasers at some point find themselves taken advantage of. Some of us get caught in stupid games led by cruel people, but I think that most people learn someday to take care of themselves and cut off those who do not serve us. The title was written to demonstrate intense emotion and pain, however, I can see things objectively, so I am aware that it’s VERY dramatic. That’s what I love about my writing: I am not afraid to be evocative or dramatic to get my point across.
Once again I am my inspiration. I come to life-saving conclusions on my own and I spread them, showing self-preservation to those I love.
Theme: The “block” button may be the only God |
All of the souls I was once kindred to have withered away
leaving the broken remains of who I once was
what I used to be
There should be a point where I would stop trying
but I keep trying and trying-
Attempting to weasel my way back into whatever routine and normalcy I had
Persistence is a curse and I pity those who will let go
and leave someone out like trash. I can’t believe that I was blocked,
but I should have seen it because
the trash I was called left a stain on my heart,
haltering my progress and growth:
a wilted draughted plant
The deep pain is like a boisterous lipoma
digging its fingers deeper. and deeper.
Some day I will have to give up but that day is nowhere near
So if you'll excuse my attitude or my angry words
you left me here like a puppy you got bored of.
A broken toy from your dollhouse that you replace with the newest and prettiest model that hasn't half the personality as I.
Take your shitty lies and get out
because I can't leave on my own.
I'm trapped in a cycle that I was born into.
A cycle that is unstoppable from the inside
ripping and tearing at pieces of my being
Look into my eyes and see the truth: that
I wear my heart on my sleeve and I am constantly thrown into doorjambs
bruising ripping pulling at my soul.
Tear as many pieces as you want from me
because I will stick with you,
accepting the treatment as a stray.
I can't escape my own brain like you can your broken dolls
But It's all fun and games until your toys fight back,
fight back against the abuse you subject them to
and make you hurt for leaving that poor puppy in the field.
We all know that a dog cannot survive on his own and will starve when abandoned
Figure out that when a dependency is born,
so is a cycle. A cycle that is inescapable and gray.
Seeing you in my blocked accounts drives me mad-
I need answers, reasons, anything!
but I'm too brave to try your game again.
Rye Moira Hebert 2025
Submitted: January 16, 2025
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