Jumbled like Jenga

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Cardboard boxes
End to end
Will I ever see
This floor again

Jumbled like Jenga
Teetering towers
At this point I’ve got
Superpowers

Lifting, squatting,
Moving mountains
Nothing else rhymes
Except for fountains

Dizzy from exertion
I could really use a break
But my will isn’t willing
To negotiate

I’ve gotta get this done
No time to waste
Cause right now I’m feeling
So displaced

And once this is finished
I’ll have me some fun
For I’ll have earned my day
Of sitting in the sun

© 2020 Michelle Cook


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Foredoomed

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I recognize your face
Longing for freedom
Submerged in a life
Forbidden of change

The mirror stares back
Unyielding in its curse
For destiny cannot deny
What the universe allows

To forsake the chosen course
Is as foolhardy as the thought
And death would surely enjoy
The aftermath of the volition

So count your numbered days
And live them while you can
The voyage to the other side
Will never carry you home

© 2020 Michelle Cook


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Predators

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Predators
They lurk
In every corner

Falling victim
To their darkness
Has been
My lifelong plight

But the light,
The truth
Always outshines
The dim

And I will continue
My walk
Toward bright things

Rather than
Succumb
To anymore pain

© 2020 Michelle Cook


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Where you’ll find me

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Look out over
The shimmering sea,
It’s the place
where you’ll find me.

The sea is where
my heart resides,
you’ll hear it as I stand
by your side.

I may only be
your invisible friend,
but I’ll always be there,
even in the end.

Reach out your hand,
and you’ll find mine.
Our hearts and souls
forever entwined.

© 2020 Michelle Cook


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My phantom friend

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Orbs of light
dance before me.

Iridescent illusions
begging for attention.

Wisps of wonderment,
mesmerizing and bizarre.

Veiled splendor,
yearning for notice.

Hidden behind
a harsh reality.

And I say…
“I see you.”

My heartfelt wish
is that she’ll keep on dancing

And in nebulous purple,
she remains my phantom friend.

© 2020 Michelle Cook


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