Tag: sadness

Imprisoned

Imprisoned

Trapped in a prison
of memory 
Alone with
a heart destroyed
Watching hopes
and dreams go
around and round
like a circle
in a spiral 
spinning
downwards
out of control
Impossible
to save them
No desire to
try anymore
Accepting of
the cruel fate that
robbed me of you
Leaving me with
thoughts of what
might have been




Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©

Grace is hosting Open Link Night at D’Verse Poets tonight 
Bush Boy is hosting today's RDP prompt “Like a circle in a spiral”

Feeling Blue

Feeling Blue

Turquoise sea and azure sky
Shades of nature's blue
Navy clouds
as the sun sinks low
and night brings its hue

Cornflowers and peacocks
Kingfishers too
Blueberries and blue corn
Hyacinth macaws
Hydrangeas kissed with dew

Blue moon in the sky
We both see the same view
Across the miles
Blue is my mood
because I cannot see you


Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©


OctPoWriMo - Day 6 Blue

Banjo

Banjo

It was early in the day
The market street was busy
An average sized crowd had gathered
He played sitting on a high stool
Banjo boy why are you not in school

The music was amazing
His talent evident
He looked thirteen years of age
Certainly nobody’s fool
Banjo boy why are you not in school

There was cash thrown into his case
His audience was enthralled
By the artistry he displayed
Mesmerized by his stringed tool
Banjo boy why are you not in school

His jeans were raggedy
Shoes worn and soiled
Hair unwashed and straggly
But still he was pretty cool
Banjo boy why are you not in school?

On closer look
There was sadness in his eyes
He looked a little malnourished
Under that sweater of wool
Banjo boy why are you not in school

Likely homeless or a peddler
Making money with his gift
Impressing all with his music
His situation seeming cruel
Banjo boy why are you not in school

His flair for performance
Was evident in his ease
The dirty street was his oasis
Convenient and free was the rule
Banjo boy why are you not in school

I stared at him through a prism
Seeing his potential multiplied
Wishing him the success he needed
To extricate himself from this cesspool
Banjo boy why are you not in school

 

Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©

Word Prompts:

Average

Convenient

Oasis

Peddler

Prism

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Affinity

Affinity

We are drifting apart
No words have been spoken
We no longer seem to have an affinity
The string on our yo-yo is broken

Like running against the wind
Or going in different directions
Our one has become two
And we have lost our connection

It is debilitating
To lose our other half
Sadness engulfs
And we no longer laugh

Not being with you
Can hurt so much
Like walking with a limp
When there used to be a crutch

Where did this go wrong
I will never understand
We were two peas in a pod
Anything we could withstand

My sense of self
Has begun to wane
An amputee
Suffering a loss with pain

The gild came off the rose
Followed by our rift
We did not take care
Of our precious gift

Our two broken pieces
Will never be mended
Damage was done
But any harm unintended

What is to be the next step
We will have to decide
I fear I will wander aimlessly
Without you at my side

Christine Bolton

Word Prompt of the Day Affinity

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Downward Spiral

The feeling of hopelessness
Covers me in its dark shroud
I am dragged into this pit
Of gloom and I go willingly

The barometric pressure of the day
Is wreaking havoc in my mind
Confusion has become a familiar companion
On my journey into this wilderness

Clarity is nowhere to be found
As I stumble on the rocks of desperation
Blindly searching for reasons why
My life has put me here

Spiraling downward out of control
I reach for something to break my fall
Words of reason are lost in this fog
Incomprehensibly jumbled and out of my grasp

My ascent from this purgatory
Is hindered by such feelings of despondency
With my energy drained
I fear I will drown in my misery

In time the greyness of the sky
Pulls me slowly from the blackness
The accompanying wind pushing me up
So that I may breathe again

Christine Bolton

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Disaster

Disaster

In the wake of disaster
I swim in turbulent waters
I drown in sorrow

The water takes me down
So I can wallow in my sadness
It is the end of my world

I let it take me to wherever
Nothing matters anymore
My life is over as I know it

Wait

This is wrong
This is for me to decide
What am I doing?

I cannot let this suck the life from me
I kick hard and force my legs to push me up
Fight and fight hard

No one can take this away from me
Even though I was robbed mercilessly
Of my love, my self-respect

My heart is strong enough to repair
My dignity resilient
My soul you can never take

At the surface I gasp for breath
Drawing it deep into my lungs
I will survive

Christine Bolton

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