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.

GENTLE WOMAN

Image by Gerd Altmann from Pixabay

She danced in the moonlight,
Hoping daylight never came.
Transition in effect;
The wounds remain the same.
Though in its vivid light,
She suppressed cutting wounds.
Sadness erased from thoughts,
Battled shame with her might.
Abyss is not her home,
Cannot fall forever.
Life is her mystery -
A maze she'd rather roam.
Glaring light fill this place!
Dawn will surely efface...
She danced in the moonlight,
Hoping daylight never came.



(c) Monica St Hillaire, 2019