Author Archives: Dorinda Duclos

No Remorse – #poetry #dark

05 Friday May 2023

Posted by in Poetry

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Palpitations
Awaken anxiety;
Fear settles
For nothing less
Than your soul.

Beating its way
Out of your chest;
Clutching
At every nerve;
Squeezing,
Relentless,
It shows no remorse.

And you fall,
Hard,
Against the pain
No fight left.

Still you battle,
Losing, the last
Ounce of hope
As life flashes
In a single second
Leaving nothing but
Remorse....

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Author’s Note:  I’ve been away from writing for quite some time, going through some tough times in my life.  My daughter, for Mother’s Day, bought me a Kindle Scribe, because she said she wanted me to be myself again.  This is the first, from that purchase, that I scribbled out.  I pray there are more to come…

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©2023 Dorinda Duclos All Rights Reserved

My Saving Grace – #dark #poetry

22 Wednesday Jun 2022

Posted by in dark poetry, Poetry

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I burn, with the edge of the forest,

Alight like embers, glowing bright.

I choke on the air, acrid and sharp,

Enveloping my being, diminishing sight.

I cry, in the loneliness,

A forlorn and forgotten face.

I escape, into the darkness,

It is always my saving grace.

It pounds, my head feels shattered,

Must they always take it out on me?

They laugh, my heart, in tatters,

This is not how I want life to be.

Turned away from the reality and madness,

I seek the truth in an often oddly way.

No one ever really understands me,

And so my soul, in totality, does decay.

Explain to me the reasons, perhaps,

Do you even know why you choose?

To scoff and belittle, torment and betray,

Unloving, you continue to abuse.

I shall no longer allow this, I can’t

It’s torn my body, limb from limb

I’ve allowed you too many chances,

The end result was always too grim.

Be gone, thy demon, take haste and depart

I must save what remains, of this empty, broken heart…

 

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