Under his spell
She fell
She drank
An affair of the heart
In ruin
She sank
Torpedoes dispersed
She tried
To veer
But in the end
The outcome
Was clear
© 2019 Michelle Cook
sadness
The way love is…
We can love with all we’ve got
And we can give our hearts away
But that doesn’t necessarily mean
That the ones we love will stay
And sometimes there are people
Who just can’t love you back
No matter what we say or do
There’s something that they lack
And maybe it’s because
Some people just can’t see
The importance of a person
Who’d give everything like me
© 2019 Michelle Cook
The fade…
Steaming smokestacks fade
Against a hazy world
I often feel the same
© 2020 Michelle Cook
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The enemy’s weapon of choice
I continue to waste minutes
days…
even years.
Why?
Why do I continue?
And yet here I sit.
Pondering…
More pondering…
Until I’m near to tears.
And all those things ―
the ones the enemy knows
will pierce my heart.
He sends them my way…
Again, why?
Why is this world allowed
to be ruled by such evil?
If I were a god,
I’d do away with all of it.
Does it give pleasure to the almighty,
to see us suffer?
Sharp objects like daggers,
of course they hurt.
But it’s the soft-edged blade,
the one that slips between my ribs,
the one I never even notice
until it’s too late.
This is the enemy’s weapon of choice,
the one that devastates my heart.
And the damage is irreparable.
© 2020 Michelle Cook
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He’s like the wind…
There
Then gone
Back again
Then gone again
The cycle never ends
I can’t catch him
Keep him
Make him stay
He’s like the wind
Through outstretched arms
I come back empty
Every time
© 2020 Michelle Cook
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