Conviction mocked her
As her heart laid bare
While revenge and malice
Caught her unaware
The dagger gleamed brightly
Profuse sweat matting her hair
And the blade slid easily
Through a heart that wasn’t there
© 2019 Michelle Cook
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It’s easy to feel lost
In a world so grand
With thousands of people
Who cannot understand
We’re just one small speck
In a universe so vast
The memory of our lives
Will someday be left in the past
So be all that you can
In this brief life you’ve been given
And don’t ever forget
To spend each day truly livin
Always remember this
It’s never too late to start anew
And try to give everyone in your life
The very best of you
© 2018 Michelle Cook
I pray for random words
To fill this void in my head
But as time slowly passes
My thoughts only feel dead
Expired of emotion
So tired of the drill
Inundated with mindless efforts
Without any thrill
Is this the cost of living
For a future unknown
To sit everyday in silence
Completely alone
One day… one day…
It’ll be for the best they insist
Tell me… tell me…
Then why do I still resist?
© 2018 Michelle Cook
My confidence in everything
Often waxes and wanes
Doubt sneaks right in
Trying to take over my brain
I tell myself I’m being silly
But then again maybe I’m not
And perhaps everything I’m doing
Is actually all for naught
And it’s during days like these
That l feel so uneasy
And the more I start to think
The more I get quite queasy
Skepticism is a word
My mind should just forget
Because it likes to stir up trouble
And leave me with regret
I know I shouldn’t let my dubiousness
Get the better of me
But sometimes it’s so hard
With a future we can’t see
Lack of faith in everything
Has always been my trouble
And because I’ll likely never change
I know I’ll always struggle
But I’m not the only one with scruples
And so I try to disregard my concerns
I just need to be patient and wait
For my confidence to return
© 2018 Michelle Cook
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.
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