SilentlyBorn from a single mistakeA betrayal most intimate SlowlyGrowing in abundanceReaching tendrils at great expense StealthilyDoom spreads unchecked, unnoticedA life is forever upended
Category: Writing
Too Late
Tossing and turningLimbs flailing in motion Thoughts swirling Like a dark funnel in a raging storm Tired eyes as scratchy as a desertLids heavy but ever open Too exhausted to carry onLonging for escape that never comes
My Body Fights
It commences whena sharp stab of painburns through the tight muscle.My body fights. Exhaustion sets inand swallows like a drainuntil all energy is muzzled.My body fights. Raging fire from withinflows through the pulsing veinswhile the head aches and becomes puzzled.My body fights. My body fights to win.My body fights to live life again.My body fights … Continue reading My Body Fights
The Dishes Won’t Wash Themselves
The wind is growling, And the sky is open, Pouring and dripping with fury. The sirens grow louder, Constantly calling To the beat of racing hearts. Warnings of doom blare from the screen Causing pacing, panic, and tears. All are huddling and bracing, Hiding in terror. Except one. Standing at the sink In blissful denial, … Continue reading The Dishes Won’t Wash Themselves
