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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Inconceivable

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It seems to be
An edifice
One comprised of
An over-abundance
Of independent clusters
Mainly consisting
Of senseless
Illogical thoughts
All foolishly
Scrunched together
Fighting for
A little elbow-room
And yet each assemblage
Struggles
In hopeless desperation
To forgo
Any and all commonsense
To dismiss the idea
Of well-being
And to somehow
Find a discernible way
To fit together
In a reasonable manner
To accommodate
A sound configuration
Of logical proportions
Which is however
Preposterously inconceivable
In any rational state
Of normal comprehension
And so noticeably
Without the nature
Of any rightful justification
Or explanation
It defies
All customary laws
Choosing instead
To just be what it is
That which
Is none other
Than love

© 2019 Michelle Cook

Today is just another tomorrow…

 

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Today is just
Another tomorrow
A chance to forget
Those long lost sorrows

Stepping back
From the fractured view
Leaving behind wild nights
Of a foolish hue

Summers past
Often filled with drunken rambling
All those frozen moments
Of risky gambling

Thank god those days
Are over and gone
And we’ve second chances
To finally move on

© 2018 Michelle Cook


Writing prompts: Fractured view, Another tomorrow, Step back, Wild nights, Summers past, Drunken rambling, Frozen moments.

Anchored avenues

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I thought those avenues
Were sound and secure
You had me believing
And damn I was sure

But only a fool believes
In things they can’t actually see
And now I know exactly
What you did to me

Those anchored avenues
Were apparently all for show
The truth came out
And so I let you go

People always ask me
If regrets still exist
But how can a broken heart
Even want to persist

The absence of you
Has only made me stronger
And I’ll never regret
Not wanting you any longer

© 2018 Michelle Cook


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