Spine-chilling whisper
waltzes with the murky wind,
dread darkens the sky.
It's best we not know
When or if we shall see dread.
But if dread be the thing that I see,
May I not face the dread of losing
the thing that I care so much about.
But if it be that it must be faced,
May God give me his bounty of grace.
I also need strength to face the things
That I care less or so little about that
Will be all that is left, all that remain.
For this also. I need God's bounty of grace.
I long for you,
but you don't feel the same way.
So, I ignore you mentally,
but my heart just can't.
I crave that skin-to-skin connection,
and your lips against mine.
Not a lustful feeling,
but a love so divine.
Do you want that?
or you rather be intertwined between,
my lace, my soul, my heart and my mind?
I was once cold,
but somehow you heat me up.
It's a burning fire inside,
with the desire to love and be loved,
but the extreme fear of losing myself,
and feeling worthless in the process.
Isn’t it dreadful, you said, that you have to
Mind the pod, couldn’t take a full shower
More so with malfunctioning Libreview
BG levels bounced up every hour
The NHS has made staff cuts, optimized
The equips for type 1 diabetes
It’s clear enough that controls were relaxed
They didn’t reveal much of details
Some money was saved, some people died
Struggling to manage the faulty tools
For 29 years you’ve been winning the fight
But you lost to hypocrite fools
Who’ll never be punished for hidden crime
And whose crime will be never proved
Isn’t it dreadful, love, for you and I
To belong to this mean humanhood?
Master, you look dreadful.
Giving cold shoulders, second nature.
Posture slacking, worn clothes.
Bloodshot eyes fade into the background.
A change in gravity, pulling with all its might.
No more tears left to leave stains.
An avalanche interrupting my tranquility.
An unoriginal copy, just a mannequin.
Heavens, master.
You’re not singing.
Amidst the icy fortress of solitude,
snow and ice reign down.
As the ice pierces its way through the armor,
madness sinks farther into this bruised ribcage.
The sheer cold slowly seeps into the skin.
As it transforms this vessel into a cold heart,
frostbite traps these emotions in time.
Not fear nor sadness, just lifeless and numb.
A lack of peace, a restless mind.
We can remain as we are,
forever and ever.
Trying to survive,
I began dreaming each day;
That tore me apart.
Graves of many, dreadful dark and spooky.
Spiders hung and swayed a little kooky.
Pumpkins fierce howling red glow.
Walking-dead knock blow-by-blow.
Black wild cat moved its tail slightly fluky.
Dracula went out dressed as cranky Grinch.
Drank few too many got into tight pinch.
By foot dangled the mayor,
Threw him over conveyor.
Towns people came around with rope to lynch.
The day you left me betrayed under the sky full of star,
I realized how deep were my scars.
When you held me with aggression,
you broke our passion
you had lost your mind in someone else's arms,
this gave us dreadful harms.
we lost my dear in this fight,
you lost just me and I lost my world under the moon light.
yes, It was my birthday night.
Walking past the dreadful land,
I realized it was someone’s last few breaths.
The sorrow in their eyes,
The misery that just landed in their life,
With the heavy blue right above their head tight.
Is going to pass just like a season, right?
With a touch of grief,
He left the world with few flowers and prayers in his brief.
The possessions he left behind
Are the only things on their mind?
Sitting perplexed in a corner
I wonder which is the peaceful place he encountered.
T:ime is a dreadful thing,
I:t hurts without mercy,but also heals,
M:imicry it plays,
E:ndless it is,
T:ime,
A: tank of scenarios,
N:estled in a cocoon of mystery,
K:leptomaniac it is,but also gives.
This all begun
for no reason,
and it seems
baffling.
Out of the blue,
I glanced at
the moon,
and I fall.
So, my head
turns down;
glancing at
my foot.
Asking myself,
could it be you?
But, no one
responds to me.
No one...
Until someone's
whispering in my ear,
I closed my eyes
While the rhythms
of my heart quivered
faster than before.
My eyes opened...
Dreadful!
There lives a DAM so MAD.
She is a DON for whom you must NOD.
Without it, go not DOWN unless you want WOUND.
Kindly use DOGs as sacrifices to the gODs.
You definitely have a DEAL, when dogs LEAD.
As spring showers soaked through to my soft skin,
In hapless home in youthful age akin,
Through stabbing sorrow's sleeplessness I knew,
I grappled grief as fantom fears came true.
He was gone, greener pastures caused his leave.
My haunted heart was left bereft to grieve.
For seven yearning years his loss for me
Caused suffering in mindful misery.
Those years that passed helped heal my hurting heart.
He returned, contritely claimed a new start.
My longing love fraught fitfully with cares....
God had answered this mourning mother's prayers.
3-19-22
*Note: when my son was 14 and a half his biological father stole him, taking him 2,300 miles away with promises of greener pastures. It was the worst regret of his young life. After seven years at the age of 21 he returned home. We remained very close until his recent death at 44.
~First Place~
My Lost and Found Love Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: JCB Brul
It's been awhile...
>/center>It seems we're held captive in these dreadful years
So much loss... precious lives: loved ones and friends
Stolen without mercy; yet grief and fears we bare
For I know, like all enemies, this too has an end
By His gift of mercy, our Lord Jesus will send
~.~
@12/24/'21
Audrey Haick a.k.a. Annalise
Wishing everyone a Merry Christmas and a happy ne year filed with blessings and God's grace.
Daring people with an imperfection in their stars
I was hit back by jerks who left me with many scars.
They are often harmed as a piece of their giving regards
I had no idea they are used to look for power and starves.
These disastrous people are without snobs.
You'll always be unable to haul them out of their snarls.
Written: August 14, 2021
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