madness

What is the point of madness…

~ ~M ~ 18 Comments

What is the point of madness
this rat race
this outdoing of ourselves
time and time again,
when does it end,
death?

And who’s counting the days,
you or me?

The completeness of our lives
is it weighed on merit?
Self-accomplishment?
Maybe a little of both?
Maybe neither?

What do we do when our intuition becomes corrupted,
when the things we thought we wanted have blurred lines
and no direction.
Do we keep repeating the same old story?
Take a new path?
Perhaps what justifies our actions could be all that truly matters.

© 2025 Michelle Cook

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Moving mayhem

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I haven’t had coffee in weeks
no desire to change the sheets

It’s all just gone to hell
this place where I currently dwell

Some furniture has disappeared
the rest is about to be cleared

Get me outta here I say
but this month won’t go away

Time has not been in my favor
so I continue to stew and labor

If only I could speed things up
I’d be happy as a jolly ol pup

© 2024 Michelle Cook

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Ignored

~ ~M ~ 48 Comments

Body shocked
every nerve;
this is not
what’s deserved.

Molten lava
flows through veins,
trying hardest
to refrain.

Many questions,
nothing found.
Oh, this strain,
so profound.

Gut-wrenching,
gnawing sadness,
heartbroken,
this is madness.

Neglected now
and evermore.
Guess I’m just
a big fat bore.

© 2022 Michelle Cook

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Illuminating illustrations

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Defiled strokes
On soiled canvas
Once vibrant flecks
Destroyed by madness

Disarray strewn
In flagrant display
Immortally disfigured
In austere grey

Regretfully imprinted
On a heart of black
Never to find
Her way back

© 2019 Michelle Cook

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