I’m so sad I’m afraid my broken heart will fail. And to know you’ll find another girl- makes me want to be impaled. I can’t believe I lost you again… Poet, you have to stop, talking to myself…
You can’t continue to think about this
Or you will drown in your own tears.
What’s the answer? Where’s the relief?
There is no recourse for grief.
At this moment I feel as if I’m being catapulted through a long, dark subway tunnel except I’m not on a subway car. Strange, because, I’ve never even seen a subway. I am on my own again.
There’s this invisible force pushing my body and at the same time pulling me away from everything familiar. Am I destined to be alone for the rest of my life? What’s my next step?
I thought my job was going to be working at being a better wife and friend. Apparently, that’s not going to happen. I’m tired of being rejected. Going around the same mountain is completely pointless so why am I doing it? This brings me to the most basic question.
What is left to live for?
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Blending memories with the weighted glare of her disconcerted eyes, I wonder…
Was it my fault he left her for another woman as he gripped her son good-bye?
The drama builds in my terminally odd mind filled with casual complacency
From the ledge I look up at the lucky stars and feel regret rain down from the sky
When suddenly I turn around, it’s her.
As I tumble to my death, I let out a helpless cry.
Under the surface of the water she lifts her weary eyelids up and peers
at the sunlit streaming rays pouring through the waves into her soul.
She looks down at her bruised and beaten body-though quite useless at this point
As it lays on the ocean floor beneath.
Shewing the biting fish away she wonders why her spirit hasn’t departed
one way or the other…
Why this hesitation? Why did they leave her behind in the sea?
There are questions to ponder-but somewhere in the wonder
of being caught, in-between, is a revelation of life itself.
She turns and floats deeper into the murky water…
Death came calling but she did not answer.