I tried to be nice,
then I tried to be mean,
I even tried all the things
that were left in between.
And that’s just life;
we exhaust every option
until there aren’t anymore.
© 2022 Michelle Cook
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Detach and draw away
Under the covers
Cold and gray
Endure the cycle of decay
Bury your head
And fill it with dismay
These are the fallacies
We choose to believe
Filling up our heads
Causing us to grieve
Not even worth repeating
Such thoughts are just defeating
So push through and release
While all your troubles
Beg to increase
Say goodbye to the war
The one that’s hidden
Behind your door
© 2021 Michelle Cook
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It’s in these dark moments
When the night is still
I sit quietly, listening for an answer
Even a whisper will do
But like all futile desires
I wait in abandoned apprehension
For I know the likelihood
Is a ruse I dare not believe
And why must I dwell on answers
That I know aren’t really there
It just seems easier
To surrender to defeat
© 2020 Michelle Cook
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