Madness
The plastic smile
will do for today
No one will notice
I need to defray
I am gagged
from speaking
it is my choice
to stop the shrieking
A tumultuous few days
just starting to heal
then you pick up again
and I start to reel
I need silence
and a time to think
or else my heart
will surely sink
Into oblivion
Where I will stay
drowning in the flood
of your verbal fray
Until that moment
of exquisite madness
when I will surely die
of this terminal sadness
Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©
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Exceptionally penned. Poignant and beautiful.
Thank you so much Dorinda. That means a lot to me 🙂💕
You’re very welcome <3
And the good news is I don’t think dying of sadness is an actual physical possibility, no matter how much it might feel like it. Chin up!!
You’re sweet … and right! 🙂❤️
Love “exquisite sadness!”😔
Thank you my friend 💕