HEAVILY GUARDED

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Three steps from the wishing well...
Beige hills fuels this somber aura.
Softly bow down my head,
In succession of falling teardrops.
Silver coin dazzle eluded my sadness,
No gazing of any rippled motion,
Glare of sunshine was my companion.
Translucent words within me,
Crystalline and lucid,
Yet a gripping joust deters any utter,
Or repressed remark from these frigid lips.
Sub conscious eager to constrain,
Heartbreak of a time bygone,
Any reprisal assuredly condemned.
No repetition of the past,
Along this dreary reality.
In sequential fashion,
As a mockingbird flew by,
Beam of lucent sunshine was solemnly,
My one and only companion.

(c) Monica St Hillaire, 2021.

DROWNING

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Profound silence

Amplifies with each passing moment

Dimness of the room

Takes on a deeper shade

So concentrated

It restricts my breathing

The very same passage

That was once abundant with air

Absence can be an intricate culprit

Like a flower in the cold winter

Withering your defences

Elapsed time

In this whirlwind of confusion

I desire any sign that comes

Any light in this surreal tunnel

Trickle of sun rays

Piercing through the old cracks

Lodged within the wall

A light so miniature and vague

But immense and fair in meaning

These fictitious shackles

Will be removed

This solitude I endure

Expeditiously

Will cease and desist

( c) Monica St Hillaire 2021.

ABANDONED

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I'll cry beneath the crescent moon,
Till my tears are no more.
My heart boasts a similar shape,
A crumbling concave,
But absent is the blinding glow.
Lull and dullness hover,
The remnants inside of me.
What courage can I muster?
I am no longer whole.
Even the stars weep for me,
Dreary Flashes,
Encompass the dismal sky.
Ominous wind blows,
Message is somewhat clear.
Broken is the heart,
Yet eternally the light lives on.
Engrossed thoughts pervade,
A weakened soldier retreats,
I kneel and I quiver,
I am no longer whole.


(c) Monica St Hillaire, 2021.

LIFELINE

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Crying eyes,
Beneath an ember moon.
From a fragile frame,
Tears trickle ,
Unapologetically,
As the weary soul surrenders.
A lonesome heart,
Discarded into the,
Uninterrupted nocturnal chill.
Premature babe,
Its innocence impaired,
For delusional gain.
This spectacle of light,
Brandishing from,
The celestial sky,
Is all that's left.
At this dark hour,  
In this tarnished gap,
Devour this beacon of hope.
May the sunrise be,
Slow and surreal.
This gleam is all that's left...


(c) Monica St Hillaire, 2021.

BROKEN BALLAD

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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.

BROKEN PIECES

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These eyes have cried

A thousand tears

Sporadic as an evening shower

The periwinkles are drenched

But the grass does not shine

An overflowing fountain

I can no longer suppress

Not a dime to my name

For my one true wish

Speechless I have become

Constant quiver of the tongue

Restrain me from climbing out

Of a hole that is dismal and dark

Surely whatever I touch

Never turns to gold

Like a star that shone bright

Standing victorious

My sense of hearing

Is in impeccable form

I heard the slamming of the door

A daunting echo

I will never forget

Knowing without

A shadow of a doubt

You were gone

Never to return

A love once united

A life now divided

Yet in this existence

We must live

You will live without my love

And I will live with your choice

Monica St Hillaire, 2020.

IN AWE…

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I want to write a love letter,
Dedicated to you.
There is so much I need to say,
So much inside of me.
The weight is not heavy,
Love never is...
Should I write this love letter,
My love, you would know.
You are always on my mind.
Your space in my heart,
Can never be replaced.
This love I must profess...
As I write this love letter,
My eyes fill up with tears.
Of astounding joy...
I am still amazed,
That fate led me to that corner,
Where I would find you...


(c) Monica St Hillaire, 2019.