There she sat
At the edge of forever
Lost in the gloom
Of the shadowy weather
Slumped all alone
In her dismal state
She wondered if anyone
Could possibly relate
Was her solitary life
Always meant to be
If only the answer
She could one day see
Forever seemed too far
As the friendless void imprisoned
No condemnation to pass
This was mostly her decision
© 2019 Michelle Cook
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Another day
Another hour
Production wanes
Thoughts sour
Empty hands
Cold as ice
Poor decisions
Paying the price
Morbid days
Never ending
Searching for
A new beginning
Dreaming big
Yet standing still
Almost out
Of drive and will
© 2019 Michelle Cook
Do you ever just feel
That sorrowful ache in your heart
When someone you love
Starts falling apart
It kills you inside
Knowing they’re in pain
It’s this crushing somber feeling
Like petals wilting in the rain
And your heart starts to break
Pieces falling to the floor
There’s nothing you can do
You just can’t save them anymore
For they’ve given up their will
No fight left within
So you wait in the shadows
Silently hoping that they’ll win
But you know the feeling well
Having felt the same way too
All of life’s dismal thoughts
Pressing relentlessly into you
And with that bleak remembrance
Of days that killed you too
You just have to pray
There’s nothing more you can do
© 2019 Michelle Cook
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
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
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