Category: Pain

Wheels on Fire

Wheels on Fire

 
Covered in cotton candy
A sticky web of remnants
of your constant vitriol 
and a lifetime of resentments
I have become a victim
The lethargy of my depression
Slowly descending, delivering me
Into your aggression
 
Unable to heal your inner child
Only you can avenge your misery 
Take responsibility for that which you
Put out in the world, causing injury 
Uneasy in your presence
Fearful of your lashing fury
No more free passes
You must be your own jury
 
Hopeful for a path to take you away
From your addiction to your past
Uncomprehending the damage
You have done, leaving me aghast
Cruelly and constantly raking me
Over the emotional coals
Manipulating and threatening
Until you take my soul
 
Your mea culpa always too late
Empty words, save your breath
Delivering too many sucker punches
It has become a living death
Space between us can stop the wheel
There is no mystery to solve
Oil on the fire continues to inflame
We must begin to disinvolve
 
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©

Word Prompts:

Hopeful

Mystery

Deliver

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Dirty Laundry





Dirty Laundry

Today my heart is heavy
Carrying the burden of you
Your pursuit of winning
no matter the cost
Leaving me not knowing what to do
 
You have sacrificed us
with no thought of consequence
Manipulating the truth
In glory of your own ego
To the point of dominance
 
The self-indulgent splurge
on your version of the facts
Leaving me shocked
from my senses
Like a blow from an axe
 
Since the inception of us
I knew the monster was there
A damaged soul 
needing comfort
and round the clock care
 
Living in an alternate reality
Where enemies are everywhere
A dystopian society
Confusing the innocent
With those who don’t care
 
Pouring dirt on the pristine
love that we had
You have sullied
something beautiful
I’m left wounded and sad
 
At the point of no return
We are at an impasse
Like dogs chasing their tails
Going forever in circles
This time we will not surpass
 
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing © 

Word Prompts:

Dirt

Inception

Pursuit

Splurge

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Rules Change

Rules Change


When did you stop caring
Wondering how your actions
and all the distractions
would ultimately affect me
 
So caught up in your own drama
Impossible to see another’s pain
Blinded by your own disdain
This is not how it should be
 
Putting my feelings in boxes
As if that’s where they belong
Expecting me to play along
Yet you threw away the key
 
You have become a caricature
An ugly distorted likeness
Our relationship is now in crisis
Your indulgence being free
 
You have become such a fool
Creating a tradition
and showing no contrition
There will be no more you and me
 
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©

Word Prompts:

Boxing

Caricature

Tradition

Indulgence

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Weeping Willow

Weeping Willow

 
The Weeping Willow’s tears
Poured into the rippling water
Until the swollen river crested
 
So full with her grief
Swallowing deeply, ingesting her pain
Until she no longer protested
 
She came often to share her thoughts
This time she brought her anguish
It was as if her heart infested
 
The Willow absorbed her cries
The deep sobs of the wounded
It was there for whatever she requested
 
The river flowed over her feet
Washing away her heartache
Encouraging her to stay until she was rested
 
As the Willow tree and river soothed her
The sun shone its light on her sadness
Until her fresh thoughts were manifested
 
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©

Word Prompt:

Ripple

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Embarrassment

Embarrassment

At that one fatuous moment
There was an eruption
Of your putrescent anger
Spewing the carnage
An obvious disruption

No one saw it coming
Silence was broken
By the obnoxious sound
Even the dead
It would have woken

A hush fell over the room
As mouths gaped wide
You could see minds turning
In unison wondering
Where on earth could one hide

You in your way embarrassed
The target of your outburst
Reduced to a heap
Of hurt on the floor
Crying like a cloudburst

At times such as this
When you fall from grace
Are you escorted from the room
Without causing more harm
Or simply put in your place

A gentleman would not behave
In a manner of dereliction
Should someone call you
On your unacceptable actions
Be prepared for your eviction

 

Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©

Eruption

Putrescent

Floor

Fatuous

 

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Risk and Reward

Risk and Reward

Please do not stand on ceremony
I just want to curl up and hide
No desire to see anyone today
My brain has been fried

This was a day
That should have been pure leisure
A time to connect and participate 
In each other’s pleasure

Instead we pummeled and punched
and rained on our own parade
Fighting, hurting and causing pain
Replaying the same old charade

Exhausted and spent
We go our separate ways
To heal and recover
And come back another day

Caught in the same trap
Of risk and reward
Kiss and make up
Add points on the scoreboard

 

Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©

 

Word Prompts:

Pummel

Leisure

Ceremony

Rain

 

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Madness

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 ©

Word Prompts:

Oblivion

Flood

Termination

Plastic

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Blindside

Blindside

I wasn’t ready for what happened
Blindsided by your volcanic eruption
Spewing your discontent
Leaving me without an option
Again, I missed the trigger
You pulled it when I was unaware
I tried to salvage to no avail
Leaving the evening in disrepair

In a restaurant of all places
With family and friends present
Why did you come with such attitude?
Making the evening unpleasant
I should have known better
I fell into the same trap
My eyes out on the horizon
While my life turns to crap

I can only imagine
what everyone was thinking
He is such a piece of work
It’s no wonder she’s drinking
My dinner I cannot now digest
Feeling sick on the inside
This will escalate at home
and I can no longer abide

Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©

 

Word Prompts:

Linda G Hill’s Stream of Consciousness – Digest

Imagination

Trap

Horizon

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Jealousy

Jealousy

Green is the color
I favor the least
It is the color
Of jealousy
The two horned beast

It rears his head
When you least expect
Spiteful and cruel
Wounding deep
Too hard to accept

I always forgive and forget
Have an ability to move on
You however will harbor
And retain your envy
Until alienating everyone

Dubious of everyone
who engages with me
What are they shopping for?
Why are they even here?
Please find different melody

Jealousy unfounded
Is as sad as sad can be
It is unnecessary
And pointless and
It always hurts me

Does it help you to seethe?
And put your ugly on display
Why are you unable to share?
When I love you so much
Why must there be an affray?

 

Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©

 

Word Prompts:

Dubious

Shop

Melody

 

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Alone

Alone

 

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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