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Preston Pepple

If you don't learn to write your own story, someone else will write it for you

5 poems·Since January 2016

I have ADHD and Major Depression Disorder. I have Hypersensitivity and an undiagnosed autoimmune disorder. I'm very weird, open, and I'm pansexual. I'm Agnostic and accepting.

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The Cave

January 12, 2016

Where am I? Who am I?

I have just awakened here.

Where do I go? Is this fear?


I listen to silence and wonder.

Can I not see or is this eternal darkness?

Saunter forth through the cave.


Slippery damp atmosphere.

I do not see like, I feel no wall.

I hear a heavy breathing; not mine at all.


Sweating I keep trudging;

The floor my feet nudging.

A wall appears and is not budging.


Feeling along with great hope;

It must lead to light; I grope.


Footsteps are heard; yet mine are not echoing.

Water drips, it is not still but flowing.


Heart beats faster, I stumble forth.

The feeling gets closer, a pressure inside.

It’s completely dark yet I must hide!


Jogging forth, growling ensues.

I can’t get away, what do I use?

What do I do? How short is its fuse?


Running faster, I think I see light!

Sprinting now, I think that I might--

I trip, fall when it is in sight.


I try to get up,

It grabs my leg,

I try to get free

It drags me back in


I scream and should

But I cannot win. 


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