My thoughts scare the living daylights out of me
As I encounter each moment with doubt and grief
frisking hurdles with my inner circle
setting boundaries before I spiral out of control
with a bounded resolve,
round and round I am going, feeling inhuman
in a fountain of hope
I’m cradling, reclusive they label me elusive
unwavering, this endless loop no longer had a ring to it
with the awakening ruined… on the brink of collapse
thought I had the gift of the gab
but it didn’t advance, neither wish OR command!
took a stab in the dark and dabbed in the arts
but nothing was bringing him back!
left with the stick in my hand and instant regret..
under a dry spell and nothing provides help
living with this simple request
became dismal, given the stress
a stricken, pitiful mess
with a whimsical edge
A mistress, chillingly tense
who’s misery didn’t relent
considered the wicked witch of the west
as the injuries set
it hints shes physically spent
imprisoned, wishing for death
the shifts, abysmal at best
as the wrinkles signal distress
that list of sins she repented were quickly hitting her head
begin in sticking my neck out to settle the score
but my efforts were thwarted
….. to the end, I am yours!
my empathy formed like never before
forgetting those opportunities I’m yet to explore
fighting boredom, my broom sticks out like a sore thumb
as I swept away any remorse til its realised.
and they’re reading between the lines,
emotions to sweep aside
because I have one goal to achieve and re-ignite.
The old flame, your cheeky wife, that dreamy bride!
im gonna be beside this til we reunite,
at the grave of my husband,
never forgetting the promise I made to never leave his side!
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