Oubliette for ColetteA Poem by Colettealone with my thoughtsi’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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StatsAuthorColettePhoenix, 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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