Days in the life of a poet

When life gets too complicated and our hearts and minds seek out what is good and provides us sustenance...poetry is the breath of life. Words allow us to communicate...to express that within us that is most precious and real. We crave that which is familiar and gives us comfort...read and receive*

Saturday, January 1, 2011

A Friend's Pain

Her brave smile
The strength it takes
Slowly depleting her soul
On moon-less nights;
Tear stains on her pillow

Middle of the evening
Mind churning, toss and turn
Damp gown tossed to the floor
Restless dreams, illuminated pain
Endless it seems;
The tear stains on her pillow

He’s such a bastard
The lowly dog in heat;
His fake smile, a burning bed
The suffering of her nightmares

Confused by inane logic
Rapt with raging heartache
Her shame, esteem shattered and
Tear stains on her pillow

Flashing skies become cloudier
At the edge of an abyss
Her constitution lain bare
Her sadness; a harsh lover’s waste
Sleepwalking through memories

The day; a burden she bears
And late into night
Tears stain her pillow, as
She drowns her sorrows in the down

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