The moon is still dark
Where you once stood
Refusing to shine its light
Hiding under the cloud’s hood
The days are long
Nights full of shadows
You will never return
I am left to suppose
Emptiness lives where
My heart used to be
It went with you
When you chose to flee
Leaving me alone
Stripped of my soul
Naked and in darkness
It has taken its toll
Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©
In response to Reena’s Exploration Challenge #62 – The moon is dark
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An effigy of you
is burning in my head
Starved of attention
and gaining momentum
There is danger ahead
Another holiday
With sharing bread
Full of apprehension
Fraught with tension
Wishing I was dead
Insanity is doing
The same thing over again
Expecting different results
After all we are adults
Yet this is somehow in vain
Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©
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Friday comes once more
The end of another week
And my serenity returns
To its hiding place
All that is special
Will disappear
When I see your face
Your return will
Take the oxygen
From the air
And cloud my sky
You will scratch my skin
With your hands
Always rough and dry
Your words will taint
The beauty of the day
The excruciating pain
Of two people now strangers
Will take hold of the house
Dark and saddening
Avoidance the best refrain
This cycle of expectancy
And torture
Is a sickening ride
We play it perfectly
Like hamsters on the wheel
Constantly going nowhere
Choosing everything to hide
Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©
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Sitting on the porch
My mood is blue
Staring at the moon
wondering what to do
You took umbrage
at what was said
now I’m alone
and full of dread
Sentences interrupted
Before I am finished
As you cut me off
My worth diminished
Your dialogue of
liquid adjectives
drenching me
in endless narratives
My brightness of color
Diluted by your fury
Vivid purple now a faded blue
You are my judge and jury
Masked in black
Solemn and severe
Passing sentence
With an expression austere
Our pieces don’t seem
To fit anymore
No matter which way
they scratch and claw
Throw me a bone
is all I ask
Why must you work me
like a task
My mouth feels gagged
I fear to speak
Whatever has happened
I am now so meek
The fight has left me
I want only some peace
Make up or break up
and let this cease
Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©
Word Prompts:
OctPoWriMo – Poem a Day #27 – What Color Is It
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You suck the sun
from the sky
and empty the clouds
Draining life’s energy
from the core
Shaking death
from its shrouds
As each hour and day passes
Your mood gains momentum
This has only just begun
Once you cross the Rubicon
there’s no going back
Influencing the outcome
As you set the tone for the day
Something is about to unfold
The lustre of life already dulled
Your decision is made
No opportunity to disagree
I am the deer that has to be culled
You wield your power
As only you can
Threatening and accusing
Jeopardizing my future
Throwing it in a drawer
For you, that’s amusing
Denying me what I hold dear
is a betrayal of my trust
I am exasperated by your hostility
You have become a dictator
An authoritarian, a bully
No longer seeing my fragility
Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©
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OctPoWriMo – Poem a Day #22 – Betrayed
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Once upon my being
I wished my life be freeing
From the ties that bind
Happiness held in escrow
Lost in someone’s shadow
Living a life so unkind
On the outside looking in
All you see is a shiny ring
Promises eventually shattered
Emotions begin ricocheting
and tempers escalating
A marriage becomes tattered
What was once excitement
Is sadly no longer vibrant
A relationship ugly and spiteful
Each partner throwing shade
Decisions need to be made
Whose testament is rightful
The battle exhausting
Divorce unrewarding
I carry myself with grace
Hope has diminished
My journey unfinished
I disappear without a trace
Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©
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OctPoWriMo – Poem a Day #15 – If I were me
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The barometric pressure of the day
Is wreaking havoc in my mind
Confusion a familiar companion
On my journey of unpredictability
A feeling of hopelessness
Covering me in a dark shroud
Dragging me into its damp pit
of gloom and I go with docility
Clarity nowhere to be found
As I stumble on rocks of desperation
Blindly searching for reasons why
I am living a life of vulnerability
Spiraling downward out of control
Reaching for something to break my fall
Slipping and sliding all the way
Down into the declivity
My ascent from the chasm
Hindered by despondency
Hope cruelly mocking me
Wishing to drown exquisitely
In time the greyness of the sky pacifies
Pulling me slowly from the blackness
The accompanying wind pushing me up
So that I may breathe sanguinity
Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©
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OctPoWriMo – Poem a Day #12 – Tortured
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Who controls the pecking order of life?
Because I’m on the outside
looking in
Nose against the window
like the proverbial stepchild
Taking it on the chin
Living on the edge of the herd
Feeling like the runt of the litter
These are the emotions I bear
Easy to slip into a depression
Dragging others down
Wishing I wasn’t there
Just feeling that life
is dealing me the cards
of endless misery
The ones you fold
so the others would win
Like some kind of trickery
Invisible
the color of my life
I fall through the cracks
Constantly trying to scale
that overgrown fence
Just once wishing to relax
Feeling imperfect
But knowing I’m not
All I want is a chance
Look at me I’m here
Just like you
Give me a second glance
Determined to begin again
And experience a rebirth
My stellar light will shine
Brighter than before
You’ll concern me no longer
I’ll be stronger next time
Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing©
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OctPoWriMo – Poem a Day – Oct #11 – Falling through the cracks
Revenge was apparent
after she had been violated
He had taken what was hers
Her body abused and desecrated
There was an air of desperation
She wanted justice served
Eventually it came and
he got what he deserved
Finally what had been craved
Was now hers to feast
But that plump, pound of flesh
Was not as filling, not in the least
She could not fathom why
Retribution was not hers
Hibernation became routine
The outside world now a blur
Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©
Word Prompts
OctPoWriMo – Poem a Day – October #8 – Madness
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The monster reared
his head once more
His flaming mouth
scorching my words
before they became sound
I lay singed and tortured
while he continued with
his flaring assault
Blinding anger has taken
over his body
I am melting on the ground
Silenced by his cruelty
helpless and unable
to stand up to him
I save my words in my mind
they will not be forgotten
One day I will be able to expound
Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©
In response to: Reena’s Exploration Challenge Week #49 Monster