The Bear of Bad Blues

So cold but sweaty,
overly disturbed and numb,
jumping off the cliff she’s ready,
balancing the weight on her thumb.
Spoons under her eyes,
soft whimpering cries,
the bear clawed her thighs,
her mind is full of “whys?”
she feels uneasy,
hope starts to fade,
parent’s stomachs are queasy,
they’ve continuously prayed.
Ten feet tall and he follows her around,
a pool of sorrow and she has drowned,
he has control and his paws possess her back,
she yearns for the feeling of joy that she lacks.
He’s the bear of bad blues,
picks any victim he choose,
he wins first place for mental abuse.

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