And then the quiet came
Drenched with stillness
Like a room with no air
The light of day evaporated
Confined in a nothingness
A place of peace at last
© 2021 Michelle Cook
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The notifications are gone
Flags all disappeared
No new email
The silence is weird
Feels almost like
The whole world is dead
As more illogical thoughts
Fill up my head
Maybe I’m crazy
Or so I’ve been told
But the quiet is depressing
When the screen has gone cold
And isn’t that the issue
The problem we all face
Think I’ve become a phone zombie
And it’s such a disgrace
© 2020 Michelle Cook
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It’s in these dark moments
When the night is still
I sit quietly, listening for an answer
Even a whisper will do
But like all futile desires
I wait in abandoned apprehension
For I know the likelihood
Is a ruse I dare not believe
And why must I dwell on answers
That I know aren’t really there
It just seems easier
To surrender to defeat
© 2020 Michelle Cook
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I try to mask it
But it’s there
Buried deep
But not deep enough
Layers of days
And even years
Piling on top
Pushing it down
Trying to erase
The ugliness
The pain
The absurdity
All the lies
One small dagger
Could put an end
To all the misery
All that I feel
And yet even conviction
Of a self
I hardly know
Could right
All that’s wrong
But doubt stifles
My strength
Yielding both scenarios
Futile and foolish
So I continue
To suffer
In endless silence
Because I fail
To utilize
The power
I myself hold
To change
To make a difference
Even a slight one
But still…
If only I trusted
The outcome
If only I believed
In myself
© 2019 Michelle Cook
I managed to lose him in the purple fog
Against a dull gray view
He’d been sullen all day long
And suddenly withdrew
Without a single cognitive word
His mind trailed away from me
And there he still sits catatonic and drooling
In front of his most cherished plasma sea
© 2018 Michelle Cook
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