Barren Solitude
I trusted life to well tend dreams from my love song,
wore smiles traversing change’s mountainous miles,
but arrived to witness false feel slur my notes wrong.
For years I road thru scenarios on feel’s promised life
and now I barely manage pajamas without tasting strife.
Just my sofa holds me in tear-dampened sheet piles.
My strong is gone with all else I wished meant to belong.
My shattered emotions slowly crashed gray in echoed static.
I then stilled, curled fetal posed down and wailed my cry.
Numbness medicinally blurs my chaotic layers of pathetic.
I cannot recall when the end started its doomed sway
or the day he left with my besty on a final and total away.
If only I could harden and silence my barren heart’s why
that picks at my feel-fabric torn to shreds by traumatic.
... CayCay Jennings
August 12, 2018
Copyright © Caycay Jennings | Year Posted 2018
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