pains, yens, sorrows, miseries, woes
torn, pierced, scarred
blisters as memories fester
it cannot be patched, cured or repaired
nothing lightens the tenderness.
butchers a soul
a crux of dying roots
thrashes searching for serenity
solitude, melancholic, and glum
prays and pauses for a renewal.
tricks the mind into annihilation
teases the heart into fearing “no” cure
desolate, fruitless, and crumbling
old ship wreckage left to sink
vanishing amid the breakage of the sea…
leaves a shell without a nucleus or mortality.
Barbara Kasey Smith is the writer of this poem – Copyright 2015 – Use by Permission Only.