Sick

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Buried beneath
Your featherbed cover
Feeling so bad
You hope that you’ll smother

Everything aches
You can’t lift your head
You pray for relief
But just wish you were dead

Slinking to the bath
Nothing matters anymore
As you lay there vomiting
On that cold tile floor

You could easily perish
And you’d be thrilled
For it would end what feels
Like your head being drilled

With your eyes bugging out
You pray for mercy
But none of your friends
Offer murder as a courtesy

And you curse their names
For not offering a way out
While your body heaves
And purges another bout

And you decide if you make it
You’ll never speak to them again
Good thing for everyone
Death takes you in the end

© 2018 Michelle Cook

The Storm

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As night enveloped
Their fears developed
For they couldn’t see the shore

The rain showered down
Thunder all around
As they huddled on the floor

Lightning bolts flashed
As the swells began to crash
They secured their only door

But it seemed their plight
Wouldn’t relent that night
As the winds increasingly roared

With the cabin secured
They felt somewhat reassured
But the chaos they couldn’t ignore

The storm continued to rage on
Until the brink of dawn
Settling at half past four

It was then they finally knew
That they had made it through
Their tears began to pour

And it made them consider
The misfortunes life can deliver
They were all changed like never before

 

© 2018 Michelle Cook


Writing prompt:  Night envelops, fear develops

Shaken or free?

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How do you feel
After splattering your heart across a page
Do you feel freer
Or instead, enraged

Does it motivate you
To spill out some more
Or does it shake you
To your very core

How do you feel
After you’ve poured it all out
Like you want to scream
Or maybe even shout

Or do you feel lighter
Free as a bird
For now perhaps
You’ve finally been heard

© 2018 Michelle Cook


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