Relapsed

the experience of falling in love, and then loss, and turning to substance. Closure doesn't always look the way you imagine, but growth always occurs.

Faked. Goodbyes.

Lying lips. Soft kisses.

Shifty eyes.

I Cant see straight-- 

Betrayed.

 


Shattered. Glass

Red wine. White walls

Glassy eyes.

I Can’t see straight --

Drunk.

 

Bruised. Arms

Broken dreams. Bad drugs.

Puffy eyes.

I Cant see straight --

Crying

 

Unpacked. Cigarettes.

Hands shake. Blank stares.

Bloodshot eyes.

I Can’t see straight--

Lost.

 

Steamed. Tea

Cozy blanket. Extreme darkness.

Closed eyes.

I Can’t see straight--

Asleep.

 

Cleared. Spirit

Spring morning. Soft melodies.

Rested Eyes.

I Can see straight--

Renewed.

 

Reviews

[Ben Barton]

The journey from a heart broken to a heart made whole is such a complicated one, but you've made it so tangible here. The writing style, with abrupt stops and repeated lines, gives an original take to a popular subject. This is really great. I thoroughly enjoyed reading it. Keep on writing, Keela! :)

[Keela]

Thank you for the positive feedback Ben! I will check out some of your writing later on my lunch break!

[Patricia Stephmore]

Hey Keela, your poem could have been titled "Can't see straight "too but the writing style is very abrupt.....you leave the words to make the poem themselves.... Good work