Friday 19 April 2024

Impeding and recurrent

Like Arsenic, I smell sweet but leave bitter tips on tongues
I cause all things to burn, to blossom and become undone
I am famine, woe and ruination
I am the inner and outward expression of internal violation
I am the keeper of the peace, I am the breaker
I am the rudder on the ship in the storm
I am the unraveling of all things,
I am your strife and your sword
I sing your lullabies and keep you warm,
not in winter but in summer when you don't need me
I am thirsty, I am grace, I am pain
I screech, I devour and I accomplish
Yearly subscription to my services except for the mercies of God
I have come to tell you about a time, incipient, incumbent, that will come
Rest in knowing that its all moving, not a funeral dirge
but the whoosh sound of quickness
before our comprehension
There exists a proof and
a pattern to be found in these woes, these wounds, these scars



- cocoaTea.poetry

composed 26.8. 2023

Friday 12 April 2024

Awake

 These too dark, too quiet, twilight hours

that is set aside for snoozing and recouping

I am in rictus, locked abed with thoughts of you.


- cocoaTea.poetry

Friday 5 April 2024

Surrounded

 I never want to part from You

I am grateful that there is no way to do so.


- cocoaTea.poetry


Friday 29 March 2024

Overwhelmed and going under

This thing lives in my chest

It stifles and strangles me, wheezing tight sips of blessed breath 

between gnashing teeth and a clench-locked jaw

I want to scream, I want to cry, I want to die

I want to say all the pretty words

I want to sing pretty melodies

with crafty, competent accompaniment


But this thing lives in my chest, rent free

No taxes, no overhead, no HOA no finders fee

Through tight thoughts and scrunched foreheads,

 throbbing veins and squinting eyes

I want to scream, I want to cry

This thing bubbling over 

 a roiling boil, yet it never rises to the top


Let the mercy of God keep me.

- cocoaTea.poetry






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