Saturday Sadness….Sorry

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Contained in my heart with a bitterness to fall apart.

The constant rain, not to nourish the barron ground.
Relentless in its presence, drowning the last blooming flower.
Petals float on the surface, forgotten, left to perish.
Raindrops fall from the now creased face of hope.
Numb in wonder, Numb in fast forward.
Unable to clear the misty view, pleasures are few, life hard to chew.
Disjointed, belief, turn which way?
Chemical imbalance, gradual degrading, social decay, world view.
Tethered to a chariot of law, skin worn thin, bleeding to the blind.
Still my eyes look to blue hope, fingers crossed.
Just in transition or forever lost?
© C Webber 2017

Little Soul

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Once upon a time there lived a happy little soul.

Tulips were her favourite flowers. Red ones, Yellow ones she didn’t mind, she loved them all.

Freely she would wander. Exploring every inch of what surrounded her.
For she was an outdoor spirit,  freed by the fresh air that filled her lungs.

Five years of age, the world was her oyster. Not a care to be had.

Six months she was given. No more talk, all forgiven.

Seven visits in just a week, so weak.

Hate to see her, I can’t stand to be helpless.

Nine minutes, it took to say.

Tenant of heaven now she resides, gone to stay.

*I started this poem trying to use the numbers 1 to 10. I never expected it to contain the story it has finished up with.

© C Webber 2017

Disconnected 

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Disconnected from the world I roam,

Prefer not to be around others, just on my own.
Mind savaged and torn apart,

Eating at the good that still remains in my heart.
No where for redemption, no room at the inn.

No longer comfortable in my pale aging skin.
Some say it’s self pitying these feelings I hide,

if only was the case, this decay rotting my insides.
No one understands the pain that I feel,

Don’t think I do either, looks like my fate has been sealed.
Trying put up a front that people see,

Unfortunately the outside, not the real inner me.
Don’t know if I really care anymore,

Feels like my closest look at me and completely abhor.
So what so what do I do in my mind that’s so blue?

God do I wait for you to break through?
I really don’t know and it feels the end maybe close,

Unless a miracle happens and serves me a dose.

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© C Webber 2017