Tears welling
Sadness dwelling
Heart crushed
And eyes swelling
This is how
I get through each day
Hoping to find
A better way
© 2018 Michelle Cook
grief
The blahs
I often find
I’ve no words to say
Especially at
The end of the day
But inspiration can
Bring all kinds
Softly nudging ideas
Right into my mind
And I think about some
Who haven’t written
Two months, three days
Since the writing bug’s bitten
And let me tell you
It affects me too
All those words
They used to spew
Now they’ve just left me
Without hardly any hope
It’s the reason I often
Just wanna mope
You see…that’s what
Sadness does
Makes you miss
All that was
And yeah I know
I’m not making much sense
Thankfully dispiritedness
Isn’t an offense
© 2018 Michelle Cook
Originally written; October 2018
She can write for days…
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
A sliver of hope
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
Deliverance
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
