#Poetry: How Many Times? #MPBooks

A short but dark poem inspired by the daily prompt.

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I had a bit of a bad day yesterday (depressive thoughts and feelings) and turned to writing as an outlet.  The result is this dark poem.  The good news is that it lifted my mood to post this, as if the writing of my dark thoughts leave me when I write.  I hope it is well received despite the darkness of it.

How Many Times?

How many times did I, let you inside?
Spent life afraid, wanting to hide.
Why did I let you, say those things to me?
Blinded by love, expecting you to see.
How could you take, control of my life?
Forgot who I was, more than just a wife.
Why didn’t I see, that I could simply leave?
Made me think no-one, would want to ever grieve.
How many times did I, let you get inside?
Too late to count now, I’ve already died.

Poem inspired by the daily prompt word Total (as in ‘total number of times…’)


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#Poetry: The Fall #MPBooks

A dark and disturbing poem inspired by the daily prompt.

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This is some dark poetry I wrote yesterday when I saw the Daily Post’s prompt word of the day was descend.   Warning, some people may find the following content distressing.   If some of my dark poetry is too dark for you, then you’re welcome to check out my new Poetry page for a list of all my poems both Light and Dark.

The Fall

I descend into, I don’t know where,
A world filled with, only despair,
Where time has now forever ceased,
Seconds, minutes hours are feast.

I descend into, I don’t know where,
A place so dark I do not dare,
To open my eyes, see the sight,
Ceaseless night, endless blight.

I descend into, I don’t know where,
A place of rot, my skin I tear,
Cut and scrape, cause eyes to weep,
All to see if still red does seep.

I descend into, I don’t know where,
Time is paused, I sit and stare,
Contemplate, a life now past,
Detest the choices that were cast.

I descend into, I don’t know where,
A world enveloped with warfare,
Thoughts, beliefs conflict in mind,
Future unclear, reality blind.

I descend into, I don’t know where,
A place from which I do not care,
My only wish, I could go back,
To fix where life began to crack.


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#Poetry: Your Vile Smile #MPBooks

A dark poem for National Poetry Month and a response to the daily prompt.

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I know it seems I’ve gone a poetry craze but this is in response to the wordpress daily prompt, the word being Chuckle.  I will have more varied posts coming soon, promise 🙂

Your Vile Smile

You make me laugh, you make me smile,
Though inside you’re filled with bile.
You show yourself, happy, true,
No one know the truth of you.
Times there are, I love you near,
But sometimes you are all I fear.
How can I live this way?
Waiting for you to say.
Vile words that leave your lips,
Same ones that bring you tips.
The hatred I feel inside,
For you. From myself I hide.


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