Slipping into
the liquid darkness
so deep it could drown me
Allowing it swallow and
wash away the torment
It is where I want to be
Let the coldness
of the water take me
to another place
I will not be missed
Remembered, maybe
Leaving just a trace
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©
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Three days of silence
since we argued
Not unusual for us
but see no signs
of intended repair
As if charting
the breakdown
of our marriage
Transitioning
to nowhere
Dark thoughts
random yet broad
Preparing for the worst
Something, anything
Considering my welfare
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©
Word Prompts
Broad - WotD
Transition - RDP
Random - FOWC
Note: This is fiction
Through my
thinly-veiled
fear
I watch as
my star fell
to the earth
and I saw
our love
lay dying
in the dirt
There it stood
in relief
proud of the soil
where you
would pick it up
and then
cast it aside
hurting me
as only you could
You, my prince
who promised
me the world
Now destroying
my happiness
Banishing me
to the wilderness
as if I never existed
How little I knew
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©
Go Gog Go Cafe - The Little Prince
Go Dog Cafe - Promote yourself Monday
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Without warning
winter descended on her heart
There was no autumn
No preparation
Just the instant freeze
shocking her from the warmth
of summer sun
He had arrived
selling her his snake oil
and charms
Light filtered into
her gloom, reviving her
taking her from
the darkness
Like new birth in spring
she had come alive
once more
Everything had meaning
and she smiled again
His gift was now hers
to share with all
Yet in just one
stolen heartbeat
he had left without a trace
She was alone again
Sadness darkening her sunlight
Once more
A never-ending story
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©
In response to Christine's Daily Writing Prompt
at Go Dog Go Cafe - Never-ending story
I know you are leaving me
and I start to lose control
You are walking away
with my heart and my soul
Not a moment’s hesitation
before you open that door
I am already your history
as I slump to the floor
You take all that I have
And then some more
I am an empty vessel
with nothing left to pour
How does it feel
to have this much power?
This, my question to you
Received a deadly glower
There is hatred in your eyes
and I can see my reflection
A shadow of my former self
I will be your last abjection
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©
Word Prompt
Hesitate
Who are you today?
Is it Jekyll or Hyde?
Good cop or bad cop?
This game I cannot bide
Each day a crap shoot
Already out on the ledge
No lucky in this dip
I’m teetering on the edge
Ephemeral happiness
lasting just two days
Then it was back fighting
and your ugly ways
A referee needed
our similarities forgotten
Too busy with anger
to see it’s turned rotten
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©
Word Prompts
Referee -FOWC
Similar - WotD
Ephemeral - RDP
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What happened to you?
Spouting allegations
I recognize you no more
You are a strange aberration
Like a two headed monster
With whom am I dealing
An anomaly of a man
Who can leave me reeling
Unable to collect myself
when you turn on a dime
My feelings muddled
Being slow is now a crime
Confidence has been lost
I bounce off your arrogance
Spinning and confused
I doubt my relevance
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©
In response to V. J's Weekly Challenge - Anomaly
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Tie me to that whipping post
yet one more time
It has become your obsession
to punish what you see as a crime
My expression does not please
the sound of my voice must grate
It is anything, something, nothing
that awakens your hate
Sideswiped without warning
I am at the mercy of your mood
which appears suddenly, no warning
and then begins the feud
Always tempted to fight back
Before reflecting on the cause
I have first to protect myself
from your menacing claws
No time to prepare for what transpires
Buried in the avalanche of your emotion
My eyes and mouth open in surprise
The air as cold as the Arctic ocean
It’s always about you, no thought for me
Escalating tension, words never to return
No winner declared as usual
The situation is now of grave concern
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©
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Word Prompts:
Tempt
Reflect
Following every word of love spoken
Savoring each syllable and sentence
Little did I know my heart would be broken
and you would show no repentance
We lay in splendor of verdant grass
In the beauty of a pastoral idyll
My world to shatter like crystal glass
When in my head all things were bridal
Believing all the things you said
I let you take from me what was priceless
Am I such a fool so easily led?
Yes, and I find myself voiceless
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©
84 words
In response to Sammi's Weekend Writing Prompt
Idyll - 84 Words
Verdant
Following
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Breathe in, breathe out
you’ll be okay
Keep walking forward
There is not much to say
It couldn’t have been
any more awkward
Yes, I am young
Inexperienced in love
and still quite green
But who could have known?
that he was a man with a wife
and she caused a terrible scene
She called me names
that I know I am not
while he stood there silent
Speechless and hurt
I was very afraid
she would get violent
He did nothing to help
Letting me take her barrage
He was the one to blame
I left in tears, my heart broken
He, a liar, a cheat, a seducer
Yet I am the one bearing shame
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©
In response to V.Js Weekly Challenge - Green
Mind Love Misery's Menagerie First Line Friday
"Breathe in, breathe out, you’ll be okay"
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