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Return (A Plea) This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine.

By redoctober, Santa Monica, CA

Come back to the land of the living
It is so dark where you are, and
The drafts keep putting out the candles I light for you.
Come back, now, please
Go no further down that shadowy path
It is paved in the skulls of those who did not turn back.
Why don't you stop running?
Can't you feel the oppression here?
The wind is cold and the ground is dead
And you are too beautiful for this place.
What have you lost,
So that this emptiness rings kinship in your heart?
You sang before, and this vacuum would not carry the sound.
It is suicide to continue, not bravery
There is a reason for warm places, for softness
You must return to them yourself, return to me


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Theraforever
Love it! I love your ending line "hold the lantern" so symbolic and relateble. I think you are vague and descriptive to a point that lets us know whats going on but allows us to apply it to our own experiences. I also love "putting out the candles I light for you" Keep writing!
Apr. 27, 2016 at 2:57 PM • Report
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