In tears that blur the page
From lust’s white heat
Then betrayal’s red fury
Now the broken-hearted blues
Of too much and not enough
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Real Toads – The Tuesday Platform
Optional Extra Teensy-Tiny Challenge:
Write a 5-line poem containing three colors.
I look at him and I see a face:
One that’s covered in silent tears
His voice is in the deepest bass
Every word riddled by silent fears
Don’t give!
Always so cautious, always trying
never to give himself away
And yet I can see, he’s dying
a little bit more each day
Don’t give!
And the thought stabs my heart like a knife
Time put him in this spot and only time can heal
That all I can do is pray that the strife
Does not push him past where he can deal
Don’t give!
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Real Toads | Tuesday Platform
Nine and seven years
You abandon us here
In this world
Mad with anguish
Skipped to the words
Take them
Spoken in hate
Go away and die
Because of him
The need to spite
Mattering more
Than to live for us
Your own daughters
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A week before Mother’s Day. Trying to make sense of the senseless. She had been saying for months that if he kept pushing her she’d leave him permanently. We were all praying she would. None of us thought it would be like this. Leaving a note and two daughters.
From some of the comments below I see I need to clarify something. The above poem is from my muse, taking the view point of the two daughters. The pain feels real to you, because it is real to me. This past Monday night/Tuesday morning, I lost a friend, the girls lost a mother to suicide.
dVerse ~ Poets Pub | Quadrille 8: Skip
Real Toads : The Tuesday Platform
