Kathryn D'Agostino

Tag: life

  • You are here

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    I know it’s unfair that I don’t name my trauma. I’ve never explicitly written about it. There are approximately 40 people in the whole world who know what I’m referencing when I speak of my trauma. But I also know that won’t always be the case. Whether people agree with it or not I am…

  • Dark

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    The darkness is insatiable devouring me limb from limb. Plucking every eyelash. Dislocating each finger. Evil has no boundaries, no limits. No goals. It feeds off of blackened hearts and troubled souls. It doesn’t need oxygen or life affirming care. It keeps going growing with no air. Darkness is spreading over me, hands tangled in…

  • Finished

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    Its finalOr is it? What’s over and what ended?Im still here You’re here reading this Everything ends And then everything starts again Poems don’t die on the pageWords infect Latch on and dont let go You make and you worryOverthink everything Then nothing But the world wont stop spinning People wont stop trying and doing…

  • Waterfall

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    They seemed overwhelmed trying to catch it all with nothing but their open hands. The power of the water was too much for them and they were left with less than what they came with. Trying too hard to make sense of it all. So close to believing. As the blood that runs through them…

  • Without Us

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    Somehow The sun keeps shining The tides go in and outAnd I wonder if theres a point at which these stains of darkness will blot out the sunIm terrified that apathy is seeping into the ground water and poisoning us That the world is bleeding goodnessHope and joy are rushing rivers being evaporated into the…

  • Crying silently

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    Try your best they sayJust keep going But what if my best really isn’t that goodAnd what if I just want to sit and rest Are the adults in the room trying their best?Why do white men with titles get to do their worst?Why am I expected to do more and be better when there…