Shadowy Beings


Amazing poetry by a talented writer.

The Wonderful and Wacky World of One Single Mom

A mockery made
taunting 
bruising
tainting
any love
any desire
any passion 
that I may have.
Fierce waves
pounding the sand
forlorn
I stand upon the pier
staring
tears carried away by the wind.
No one can hear me
screaming
raging
rending my hair
my clothes
as I appeal to anyone
to help me end this pain.
Never did I imagine
a greyness
so subtle
so permanent
so insidious
as the one enveloping me
bleeding me
could take hold
embrace me within its cold reach
patient to wait
for my pledge.
Frigid darkness
fighting no longer
allow the waves to batter
break my body upon the shore
as I give in once more
to those shadowy beings
feeding upon my soul.
March 13/19

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