Gracious goodbye
There are some people
who just aren’t worth the effort:
time to let them go.
There are some people
who just aren’t worth the effort:
time to let them go.
I close myself in
and raise the walls up high
to trap myself with a sin
I no longer can deny.
Violent romance
of fist and teeth and temper…
for men are from Mars
and the Goddess, in her love,
could not bear to leave our side.
Frozen memory
in the backseat of a car:
forgotten punchline.
(photograph courtesy of, and featuring, weakmeatstrongeat)
Get up
crawl out of bed,
and use what you have to
to face the coming but please
get up.
Playing with her knobs,
finding the right position
to rest the needle.
Gaol for the wretched
Inmates who shout and slam
Ball fists, raised high,
Brought down upon the bars
Encircling the riff raff.
Roaring loudly of their humiliation,
Incensed at their circumstances…
Sadly, it’s their own noise which
Hinders understanding and empathy.
I’m weary waking,
cold and shaking.
No dreams or wishes
nor morning kisses.
Release
Unshackled, unchained
Shaking, shuddering, rising
The Beast is free!
Howling, grunting, moaning
Passionate, primal
Release
Just before they faltered,
they turned away the night –
vindicated in their faith
by the coming of the light.
(photo prompt courtesy of the lovely weakmeatstrongeat)