Her Last Relapse
Shh do you hear me? No, not her smile, No not her laugh, But the monster thats needs the last relapse. The morning comes before thinking about the hell life creates, Waking up and dreading the life…
od is one of the most explored themes on Power Poetry, where young poets share their authentic voices and lived experiences. The 2 poems below range from raw first drafts to carefully crafted works — each one a window into how a young writer sees od in their life. Whether you're looking for inspiration, connection, or just want to know you're not alone, start reading and see what resonates.
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