Her blade was her tongue, sharper than any axe or hatchet
Her husband was the butchering block with slices stabs and punctures
Others saw it. He complained sometimes, but she had no ears.
Only a tongue that sliced and diced,
taking him apart gradually one little chip and chunk at a time.
Categories:
bit by bit, abuse,
Form: Free verse
When stars orange no longer mark
Their glitter in a nearby park
And crescent moon hides its face
I grasp memories to retrace
His laughter with those twinkled winks
Tuneful the voice O my heart blinks:
Giggling 'neath lamp posts... yet I know
Words now silenced by drools so low
That often I watch him every morn;
As Grandpa lies hushed, forlorn
While day recedes along clouds gray
His mind lost as if sighs betray
A glimpse blank, a flight to nowhere--
I die inside snared...life's unfair!
Is this a curse for the next years
Assaulting our joy, pierced by tears?
The music calls; how bit by bit
My breaths entrapped in a pit...
How then I dread what I might find
If gabs not in frolics enshrined.
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I Died A Little Inside 2/09/2019
Categories:
bit by bit, longing, relationship, sick,
Form: Couplet
Bit by bit
You can build yourself back up
Never lose hope
Reach for the top
Continue on each day
You may struggle at times
Go through that hazardous fire
And keep your eyes on the prize
Categories:
bit by bit, courage, encouraging, inspiration, inspirational,
Form: Free verse
only fifteen years old and i'm dying from the inside.
Not knowing what to do, or where to continue.
feeling deprived from my own life,
feeling the worries tingling in my body.
haven't slept for days, haven't had a good meal,
haven't had any giggles since last month.
I'm too weak, bit by bit my strength
dies out...
Bit by bit i see myself in a casket.
mother and father wouldn't even take
a second to ask me how I'm doing,
Instead they'll just ignore and walk away.
I have no one, NO ONE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
just myself xena.
I have no reflection, no hope, no future
just a horrible thing called lonliness.
Categories:
bit by bit, grief,
Form: I do not know?