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This Living Hell ~ #poetry #NovemberWriting

19 Sunday Nov 2017

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Sunlight stains the window
I pour myself some tea
Tears flow from my swollen eyes
What has become of me?

I find myself inside this place
No reason to go outside
Afraid someone will see my pain
And I’ll have to run and hide

Away from the morning monsters
And the afternoon creatures I fear
Nighttime comes calling too quickly
And I find myself rather drear

Behind the glass panes, I surrender
To the despair I keep hidden so well
Although I have tried to escape me
I’m still locked in this living hell

 

Writing Prompt – Teardrops and teacups – Day 19/30

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Stuck in the Middle ~ #poetry

19 Sunday Nov 2017

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We’ll cross that bridge when we come to it
That’s what they’d say to me
But now I’m here and it’s not quite clear
Where I’m supposed to be

Is this the stairway to Heaven?
How do I know if I’m on the right path?
I’m stuck in the middle, this must be a riddle
Do the answers lie in the aftermath?

Earth floats freely behind me
What lies ahead, I can’t see
Perhaps I’ll just wait, but what of my fate?
Seems I’m stranded in reality

 

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Renewing ~ #poetry of #life

18 Saturday Nov 2017

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Life, an aging tree

Adding branches as we grow

Renewing again

 

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Suck it Up ~ #poetry #NovemberWriting

18 Saturday Nov 2017

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Even when she cleaned the house
She always dressed her best
Can’t answer the door to neighbors
Looking like anything less

She donned her favorite red
Black pumps completed the look
Vacuuming, here and there
Getting every cranny and nook

She dressed to impress, no doubt
A woman with savoir-faire
If the others talked about her style
She never really cared

Maybe she needed someone else
But there never was a trace
Perhaps one day he’d come along
And help around the place

So meticulous, in all she did
Never leaving anything to chance
She continued with the vacuuming
In the hopes she’d suck up romance

 

Writing Prompt – Fastidious Matters – Day 18/30

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The Night ~ #dark #poetry

17 Friday Nov 2017

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I hear the howling

A sound, growing

Piercing, window panes

The glass, shivering

And night closing in

 

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