She can write for days
In a teary-eyed haze
And the more sadness that develops
The more ink she craves
And she sits in awe of the power
Of a good hard cry
Wondering how tears seem to cause
Such sorrowful thoughts to finally die
© 2018 Michelle Cook
Blood rushing through veins
Coursing so fast
Trying to escape
The source of its past
For the heart is full
Of evil and deceit
Tainted even more
By the devil at her feet
And lips turn bright red
With the taste of regret
And everyone’s surprised
Death hasn’t claimed her yet
But she has a secret
A cure hidden deep within
A sliver of hope
Found where it’s always been
© 2018 Michelle Cook
Sinking beneath
The waves of regret
She remains so lost
No rescuer yet
And though she prays
For a wave of relief
She’s still consumed
By unending grief
Tonight she knows
She can’t continue on
By morning she feels
She’ll finally be gone
And so with ease
She lets herself fade
Telling herself
She can’t be afraid
By dawn her body
Will be limp and still
No longer used
As some cheap thrill
© 2018 Michelle Cook
I’m failing
Falling hard
Into a funnel
Of finality
Fully aware
That fortitude
Is finally
Failing me
© 2018 Michelle Cook
She just wanted
What he could never give
A life spent together
To be loved and to live
But he could never see
Beyond his own ambitions
Causing her to question
His silent omissions
Still she remembers
The days of lavender love
Those are the memories
She thinks most of
But those were just dreams
Conjured by her naïve mind
And she can’t forget
How he left her behind
© 2018 Michelle Cook
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