Sinking beneath
The waves of regret
She remains so lost
No rescuer yet
And though she prays
For a wave of relief
She’s still consumed
By unending grief
Tonight she knows
She can’t continue on
By morning she feels
She’ll finally be gone
And so with ease
She lets herself fade
Telling herself
She can’t be afraid
By dawn her body
Will be limp and still
No longer used
As some cheap thrill
© 2018 Michelle Cook
The night of Nin
Was where she’d been
Lost in a land
No one could understand
It was filled with loss
Of complete despair
Darkness enveloped
The stifling air
It was a place of enchantments
The evil kind
Full of wicked spells
Which sought to bind
But being a fighter
She broke free
Finally finding the path
That only she could see
And she took a chance
Leaving what she knew
The night of Nin
Had forced her to
Deliverance is what she found
In that new place
No longer bound
To a life of disgrace
© 2018 Michelle Cook
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