![]() Oubliette for ColetteA Poem by Colette![]() alone with my thoughts![]() i’ve
been returned to the cellar, the darkness where
the absence of the sun reminds me of the
previous one who
deposited me in an empty playground the
tears, a never-ending surplus the
tale, where a little girl grows up goes
down and
can’t see heaven any longer pain is
the precursor to change that’s
the good part my life,
cancerous gloom all i
lived for was love all i
can never have is just that cursed
like a vampire to dwell
in isolated misery trapped
like the prey that i am to be
merely consumed by the hunter at a
time when most families have dinner my lover
leaves to start his new old job of life again the
unsettling exit, bound to happen i have
no energy to propose a rebuttal and
request a stay i raced
for a cure 9,000
deep, 10 million high to ward
off premature goodbyes i’ve
given my energy, money, time and love but i
couldn’t keep my mother alive a
postman, afraid of bees me, i’m
better able to handle purgatory with ease now that
i’ve moved up from my ghetto woes even on
a most peculiar day blue,
melancholy, pensive i glow another
day, another drunk, another drama some
trade prime rib for spam strawberry
for jam Here I
Am. © 2012 ColetteFeatured Review
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StatsAuthor![]() ColettePhoenix, AZAbout"The poet...is not nearly so concerned with describing facts as with creating images and establishing mental connections." from the book "Uncertainty" by David Lindley I'm in love with metaphors.. more..Writing
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