Finished

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At the peak of the crest
She’s tossed aside
Flung carelessly
Violently
Without regard
Against jagged rocks
And hollow crevices
Where life once teemed
With awe and discovery
Her battered body
Lies forsook
Bloodied and bruised
Lifeless and forgotten
Her daggered flesh
Barely responding
As the salty spray bites
Licking at her wounds
Washing away the evidence
Of a vindictive heart
And she gives up the fight
Succumbing to the void
As the tidepools shimmer
Beneath a forlorn moon
Her spirit at last
Drifting away
Soundlessly
Serenely
On the wisp of a thread
Life reclaimed

© 2019 Michelle Cook

Gravity

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It’s one of those days…
The kind that makes you wonder
About all the things you shouldn’t
And then leaves you feeling weary

I feel bored and uninspired
And the monotonous drivel
Flooding my emotionless mind
Is only making matters worse

The familiar clicking of the clock
Is fueling my hypnotic state
And I think I may just collapse
Under the weight of my excitement

© 2019 Michelle Cook

The blahs

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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

Why?

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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