forgotten

Shelved hopes

~ ~M ~ 21 Comments

Silent shelved hopes
and bitter tears;
lifeless and disfigured
by mascara smears.

With gloom-wrapped shoulders,
she reaches out a hand,
but the majority pass by her,
and few can understand.

So she sits in stilled anguish,
waiting for a promising sign,
but the world is relentless
and only seeks to undermine.

She realizes she’s a burden,
another rift in society.
And so she sits and languishes
for all she’ll never be.

© 2021 Michelle Cook

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Writing prompt: A bottle of hope sat on the shelf

Finished

~ ~M ~ 7 Comments

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At the peak of the crest
She’s tossed aside
Flung carelessly
Violently
Without regard
Against jagged rocks
And hollow crevices
Where life once teemed
With awe and discovery
Her battered body
Lies forsook
Bloodied and bruised
Lifeless and forgotten
Her daggered flesh
Barely responding
As the salty spray bites
Licking at her wounds
Washing away the evidence
Of a vindictive heart
And she gives up the fight
Succumbing to the void
As the tidepools shimmer
Beneath a forlorn moon
Her spirit at last
Drifting away
Soundlessly
Serenely
On the wisp of a thread
Life reclaimed

© 2019 Michelle Cook

Always in a crowd

~ ~M ~ 4 Comments

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No matter day nor time
He’s mysteriously there
Often presenting himself
As a charming reflection
Or sometimes merely peering
Through airy sheers
As if lost in another dimension
And when I see his hazy image
Forming late at night
Standing casually by the curb
Under that old, misty lamp post
I’m fully convinced
That my delusions
Are fully functioning
As the churning whirls of smoke
Find their way
Over to my door
Each captivating puff
Curling up against my nose
Alighting my senses
With the waft of bygone days
Ones that could never be forgotten
Even though their existence
Is a fallacy in itself

© 2019 Michelle Cook

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Forgotten

~ ~M ~ 4 Comments

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It’s hard to trust again
When someone ceases to care
When suddenly they leave you
As if you were never even there

And it makes me wonder
If I should ever try again
Nobody knows the hurts
I’ve felt deep within

To most I’m just a face
As common as can be
Just an ordinary girl
Who most will never see

I walk through this world
Forgotten and unknown
This is what it’s like
To be dismissed and alone

 

© 2019 Michelle Cook

Forsaken

~ ~M ~ 13 Comments

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The sheets
Were the only witness
As to what transpired
That day
Ending up discarded
In a disheveled mess
On a cold
Barren floor
Tossed nonchalantly aside
Like they never
Even mattered
All the warmth
They ever gave
Instantaneously forgotten
As a sudden moment
Of unforeseen passion
Left them crumpled
And useless

© 2019 Michelle Cook