I found myself startingdown your neck.Drowning in sorrow.No will,No desireNumb.Uncertain. Scared.1 year ago...I sought help,during my darkest time.I'm not who I wasA year ago.I'm stronger.I'm happier.I've healed thatwound.
Each Day.
Each daynew hope arrivesdraped in peace.Celebratory momentsshadowed bywoe. What once wasnormal nowannihliated. Chatter of restoringonce was likea broken promise,never to be again.
Ghost House
Silence echoedthrough the hall;where laughteronce lived. Creaky pipes,accompany thatdusty mildew smell.Faint voicesto be heard;cold chillsclimb my spine. A mirror dressedwith cob webs,adorn the entryway. Foot steps heard runningup the worn staircase.My hand pulled,I turnWhat the.. Ghost House.
Do You…
Alright fellow community do you ever start writing a post and stop half way and delete it? Or worse have save drafts of half finished work? Be honest now. No... Just me okay. Well currently sitting in my draft section on here I have 10 saved drafts. Why not just publish them? Excellent question fellow... Continue Reading →
First draft
Articulating words has never beenso challenging. Brilliant articles fill my feedmy work now inferior. Collation of wordssingled out one by one.Diminishing at my fingertipsthis poem is getting worse. Expressing poorly composedand formidable imagery. Gambling my chances ofbecoming a number one hit. Kindled by uncertaintylosing my grip with reality. Raged with fury,each paper shredded. Dare I... Continue Reading →
Through The Window
I feel dazed ascontact with realityis partially lost.Loss of vacations,In office work,birthday celebrations,graduations –even your touch.Life is lived in the details,with no mercy in sight --This is our great loss. Anxiety ridden thoughtsI’m afraid of:being sick,dying alone,the end never comes,no sense of normalcy. During the bombings,in the bunker I socializedwe all sharedthe same fate. Uncertainty... Continue Reading →
One Last Time
Let me feelsunrays touchmy skin.Let me inhalefreshly cut grass. Let me hearbustling soundsof the city.Let me graspyour soft hand.Let me tastethe salty sea.Let me laughso hard I cry.Let me seethe night sky.One Last Time.
Day 18 | Pairs
We are aniconic duolike: Peanut Butter &Jelly. Salt &Pepper. Life with youmakes senselike: Night &Day.Left &Right.You can’t have onewithout the otherlike:Hot &Cold.Life &Death.Here we arehand in handan iconicpair.Ready totake lifetogether. 'Til next time -WN
Woe
Ordinarily I'd be okay today I've walloped the floor.Recollecting each piece one by one.Alienated from my ghost display just an empty shell.Navigating endless words, anguished with the would have's.Graciously reenacting neglected years.Engraving my woe for a brighter tomorrow.
