Steaming smokestacks fade
Against a hazy world
I often feel the same
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future
The enemy’s weapon of choice
I continue to waste minutes
days…
even years.
Why?
Why do I continue?
And yet here I sit.
Pondering…
More pondering…
Until I’m near to tears.
And all those things ―
the ones the enemy knows
will pierce my heart.
He sends them my way…
Again, why?
Why is this world allowed
to be ruled by such evil?
If I were a god,
I’d do away with all of it.
Does it give pleasure to the almighty,
to see us suffer?
Sharp objects like daggers,
of course they hurt.
But it’s the soft-edged blade,
the one that slips between my ribs,
the one I never even notice
until it’s too late.
This is the enemy’s weapon of choice,
the one that devastates my heart.
And the damage is irreparable.
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Until the very end…
I was once a bright shining star
Never once realizing
That my days were numbered
But over the course of many moons
I did finally succumb
To the darkness which surrounds us all
Of course, there’s no going back now
The only way through
Is to catch the tail of a passing comet
And catching one is easier than it looks
They move so fast
Before you know it, they’re long gone
But maybe, just maybe, I’ll get lucky one day
I’ll vanish into oblivion
And come out the other side renewed, and reborn
That is if there actually is another side…
That’s still the question
The one I’ll never quite be certain of, until the very end
© 2019 Michelle Cook
For a month of writing prompts, click here; Aurora nights
Hope
With such little time
I must break free
Of all the darkness
Surrounding me
For light and love
Are surely near
The fact of that
Will soon be clear
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For a month of writing prompts, click here; Echoing desires
Heightened senses
There’s a chill in the air
A sure sign of change
The same shivery feeling
Found in breezes of the past
And while déjà vu goosebumps
Leave me to ponder present time
The atmosphere is unsympathetic
As I wrestle with these thoughts
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