La Reine des Glaces The Ice Queen Coldness represented strength A hardened heart closed Inaccessible Once a princess In dazzling blue with emotions overflowing Tender and true Until Jack Ice doused her blue fire Leaving her with only a trail of tears Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing © Sarah is hosting D’VerseContinue reading “La Reine des Glaces”
Tag Archives: Pain/Sadness
Blurred View
Blurred View Seeing the broken pieces of what is left of this fractured life laying before me I am unable to make sense of what is happening Uncontrollable tears blur my view It matters not what is presented to me but how I feel inside my heart Did I feel it slipping throughContinue reading “Blurred View”
First Responder
First Responder I close my eyesbut the pictureremains imprintedin my brainThe sounds willnot ceaseThe criesring in my earsand the terrorscontinue I cometo this placeof peaceto shut outthe worldand its uglinessThe sadnessloss and agonyto whichI bear witness Sufferingthe atrocitiesof mankindthey cannot healSo how can I?With survivor’s guiltI carry the anguishof their ruined livesUnable to save or protect them Christine BoltonContinue reading “First Responder”
The Glass Is Empty
The Glass Is Empty Through the bottomof a glassthe world is kinder, manageableFor as longas the buzz lastsSlipping intoan alcohol-soakedoblivion Numbing the agonytemporarilyuntil a different pain wakensthe dysfunctionalcorpseHammering the headinto familiarregret Looking out myfront doorI see no new horizonNo museto inspireor cheering squadto lift my weary souland reconfirmmy existence Just a familiar fogthat will obscurethe goodnessI can no longer findwithoutContinue reading “The Glass Is Empty”
Peace
Peace I feel myself recoilingand closing downShutting out the dissonanceNo fight left inside meOne more spiteful remarkwill make no difference Your comfortable chaoshas slowly eaten awayat my coreCalculated and manipulativeStrategically plannedto wound in your war Peace will only comein my final retreatConceding to the lastWords have left meAs I withdraw from the conflictand leave you in myContinue reading “Peace”
Love is a Battlefield – Poem of the Month – November 2019
Love is a Battlefield Exhausted from treadingthe uneven ground that is youI step back into black shadowsCraving anonymity and peaceFatigued from sparring andexchanging elevated vocabularyScratching and clawingat the remnants of our lifeAn escape merely a detourWishing for better fortuneAvoiding more conflictYet ultimately surrenderingto the unseen enemyFor love is a battlefieldChristine Bolton – Poetry for HealingContinue reading “Love is a Battlefield – Poem of the Month – November 2019”
Demoralized
Demoralized Like a flower kept from the sunOr an animal trapped in a cageHer growth was stuntedNo longer rememberinghow she got to this placeHer razor edge, now blunted Isolated from those who cared mostLiving in the well of lonelinessSlowly and surely marginalizedHer passion for excitement lostBecoming redundant in lifeExisting but completely demoralized Christine Bolton – Poetry forContinue reading “Demoralized”
After the Love Has Gone
After the Love Has Gone After the love has goneand the hierarchy shiftsThere is always a winnerand of course, a loserand the taking back of gifts Who will be my advocatein this frazzled, ugly messSerenity long gonejust hurt and anger remainand you couldn’t care less Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©Word PromptsHierarchy – WotDSerene – RDPAdvocateContinue reading “After the Love Has Gone”
Extinction
Extinction Here I feel safein the tranquil coolnessof the rocksUnseenby the outside worldA place where I canheal, away from the madness that is you Ordering me, bullying,complaining untilmy mouth workssilentlyLogic suppressedwhile you rant,threatenand intimidate When did I becomethe scared rabbitfleeing from the predatorwho wants to annihilate?Who will not be happyuntil my extinctionis completeChristine Bolton – Poetry for HealingContinue reading “Extinction”
Fallen Star
Fallen Star Through mythinly-veiledfearI watch asmy star fellto the earthand I sawour lovelay dyingin the dirt There it stoodin reliefproud of the soilwhere youwould pick it upand thencast it asidehurting me as only you could You, my princewho promisedme the worldNow destroyingmy happinessBanishing meto the wildernessas if I never existedHow little I knew Christine Bolton – Poetry forContinue reading “Fallen Star”
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