BROKEN BALLAD

PHOTO BY PIXABAY

Listen carefully,

You’ll hear the somber song,

In my sadness.

That piercing falsetto,

Shatters the mirrored doorway.

Tears stream down,

Rigid and swift.

An enigmatic flow,

Unaware of their fate…

They were in firm solidarity,

With my heartbreak.

Synchronization so metrical;

Feeling like a puppet on a string.

These masterminds,

Of this dreary hole,

I now dwell in…

As I sit here,

Doleful and dejected,

The rhythmic chant,

Consumes inside of me.

Glum quivers,

Unending…

(c) Monica St Hillaire. 2021.

HOUSE OF PAIN…

photo from Pixabay

How heavy is a heartbreak?
Is the burden immense in degree?
The air I breathe is so constricted.
My heart feels suppressed,
Not by my own free will.
This all commenced the day,
You walked out of my life.
My colorless days,
Conjoin my sleepless nights.
A damp pillow tells a somber story,
Of a heart that aches,
And a soul that weeps...
Out of left field, nowhere to turn,
You left me like a sleuth.
But my judgement was clouded,
As grey skies hang overhead
- my head.
Time my only confidant,
I trust to take things in stride.
May this pain devalue,
With each passing day.
May I grow and learn;
Walk a road of no return.
Acknowledge what stands before me,
Accept what cannot be reversed.
I will press on.
Such an extraordinary contrast,
Of someone walking into your life.
To someone walking out...

The chronicles continue.


(c) Monica St Hillaire, 2020.