Ignored

Body shocked
every nerve;
this is not
what’s deserved
.

Molten lava
flows through veins,
trying hardest
to refrain.

Many questions,
nothing found.
Oh, this strain,
so profound.

Gut-wrenching,
gnawing sadness,
heartbroken,
this is madness.

Neglected now
and evermore.
Guess I’m just
a big fat bore.

© 2022 Michelle Cook


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Nighttime whispers

The past still beckons me,
though my future is clear.
Still, it’s hard to leave behind
all the things we once held dear.

Unfortunately, people change,
and our hearts wail in disbelief.
And those unspoken topics
are the bearers of our grief.

Woeful whispers in the night
tend to fuel my disheartened spirit.
I try to bandage my bleeding heart,
but nothing can ever cure it.

So many things I want to forget,
but there’s nothing I can undo.
So I spend my days looking for ways
to begin my life anew.

Written by, Michelle Cook


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Writing prompt, courtesy of my hubby: Nighttime whispers.

On friends

Having fewer friends
is often more,
close friendships
need caring for.

And the best way
to stay bonded and near
is by loving completely and
being sincere.

Lending your heart
or a sympathetic ear
can help eliminate
all sorts of fears.

And one good friend
is all we really need
for the heart to be happy
and blissfully freed.

© 2022 Michelle Cook


 

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Movin on…

Sometimes
there are times,
I wish I could
go back.

I’d fix
all the places
where things
went right off track.

But then
I remember,
you can’t fix
what’s not been learned.

So instead,
I just keep livin,
knowin the past
has been adjourned.

© 2021 Michelle Cook


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Autumn anamnesis

As summer turns to fall,
I find I’m missing you.
Your face I can hardly recall,
yet still, I’m missing you.
And when summer at last returns,
I’ll be lost in all my usual concerns,
but once again missing you,
when that first leaf falls.

© 2021 Michelle Cook


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