LAMENT

She stood in the kitchen Near the recently cleaned table Looking down At the pretty blue plate Burnt monkey bread Three individual pieces Neatly arranged One for each The effort at least She thought to make But ruined it Thinking to herself What was the point When he walked past Nonchalantly said Don’t lament aboutContinue reading “LAMENT”

Processing and purging

Hearing the truth The ugly truth Trying hard to process What it really means Was always a bitter pill But somehow easier to swallow At least when there was something A reason on which to blame Delusional Madness Insanity Lunacy An innate inability To deal To cope To live To feel A falsity I nowContinue reading “Processing and purging”