Ronovan Writes #Weekly #Haiku #Poetry Prompt #Challenge 347 ACHE and Ease.

Image from Pixabay.

Ache and ease.
This ache is constant
Midas like it mars my life.
Nothing can ease it.

Ronovanwrite’s.

This is part of Ronovanwrite’s Weekly Haiku Challenge

Heart on my sleeve.

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Image found here

This is me here I stand,

You’ve taken my heart and crushed it in your hand.

Your words hurt they beat me down.

With a smile you watch me drown.

In my blood you see me thrash,

 Laying bets to when I’ll crash!

Beat me, slap me with your words

My mouth is taped, so my screams can’t be heard.

Cut me carve me it is nothing I have not done before .

Lost and wrecked on emotion’s shore.

Abuse me use me sate your need

Throw me off like an unwanted weed.

See my heart it’s wrent it in two

See it there on my sleeve for you.

No pride left I let it bleed dry

You don’t see the need within my eye.

There is not much more I can do

You tample on my soul, it’s black and blue

I stand here screaming silently

Bleeding need and blood constantly.

Hit me kick me just don’t look at my face,

No matter how hard I tried I’ve lost this race.

Here it comes the huge and vicious mouth

I can’t take any more I fall and stumble south.

Damn you damn you what can I do

To get respect or love from you.

Love okay it’s too late

Sorry, will  not compensate

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This is just a poem.

Ronovan Writes #Weekly #Haiku #Poetry Prompt #Challenge 345 BIRD AND Blow.

Image from Pixabay.

You knocked me for six
It was like winter’s harsh blow
Bird-like I fluttered.

This is part of Ronovanwrite’s Weekly Haiku Challenge.

Ronovanwrite’s.

Tree of Hope

6 years ago  I  visited a friend in  a psychiatric unit :  One  wall  was  decorated  with  the  Tree of Hope  logo. This  is  what I  saw  and  felt.

Hope?

Tree of hope
Is this a joke
Lost souls wandering
Bored staff pondering.

Angry women strutting
Locked door are shutting
Tempers are  fraying.
Any point in praying?

One  step forward three back .

Covers for  the care  they lack.

Man shouting  he needs  his phone

His  eyes  ask will he find his way home

Tree of hope
Is this a joke
Lost souls wandering
Bored staff pondering.

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I wander if that unit has improved in six years. I doubt it … Especially not now with Covid.

Hopelessness

image  from here 

Hopelessness Acrostic.

Hope left with not even a goodbye

Off  it  went  regardless of my  cry

Paralyised with fear unable to fly.

Ever ready  to  surround  me

Loneliness  grabbed me so I could not  flee

Eager  to entrap me in it’s hold

Sinister  horror  surrounds  me whole

Slipping ever  further  from reality

Never knowing  if  ever again I will be free

Endless  questions  beset  my mind

Smothering me with hopelessness unkind

Sinking  deep into  the abyss, lost alone death  would be bliss.

The Apple Fell From The Tree.

Image from here

It hit the ground and made straight for me.

The trail of maggots  climbed my legs

They entered me and sucked  the dregs.

They coloured  my view, trapped inside my eyes

Whispering in  my ears abhorrent lies that turned  the tides

Of  ills  besetting me. They feasted on my brains

Their waste  clogging up  my  arteries  and veins.

Filling  my womb  and ovaries

Damning up  my bladder, my waters  burst uncontrollably.

They  turned  my milk, so what, I was now baron

They pushed out  my hair  Until I resembled carrion.

I beg them to set  me free,they did not

I begged them  for peace and  for the pain to stop.

They  did not listen nor  did they care

They gave not a shit  for how I’d fare.

No one listened  no one cared. So long  as it was not them

Who suffered. Their eyes avoid me again and again.

They pumped me full of chemicals, bags  and lines and  needles

It made  me worse, I curse them to suffer me such evils.

They, though not the maggots, mopped  my brow and  soothed my pain

They begged me to fight and fight again.

I tried, I really did I fought, I screamed I cried.

At last, at last I watched  them fly,

I kissed those maggots goodbye.

Find  the cure don’t  let the apple  fall from the tree

Don’ t let those maggots free.

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Another poem about illnesses and cancer from 2014.

Sue Vincent’s #writephoto. Christmas Lights

Christmas Lights

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Fingers almost blue, toes numb like her soul.
Fear has her in it’s grip , she was no longer whole.
The lights twinkle on the water and the snow
Eyes closed she stands silently rocking to and throw .
Warmth and home seemed a million miles away.
Under this bridge damp and bitter her only place to stay.
Tears cannot fall when frozen but they hurt as much.
She longed for a gentle word or loving touch.
Watching the lights on the water dance.
Like little fairies they leap and prance.
Music floats across the water to her ears
Laughter and an happy voices, she hears.
Tired, so tired she slumps down on the frozen ground
Watches the lights from the house praying never to be found.
Maybe she could of spoken out but she had not dared.
Who would believe her who would of cared
Slowly life slips away from her grasp.
Suddenly she is held in a warm, kind clasp.
A soft voice takes her to a happier place
She opens her eyes and sees God’s face.

Anywhere Evening News. Years Eve 2016 :another drug addict found dead under the the bridge opposite the Ferryman’s Inn.

Ronovan Writes Décima Poetry Challenge Prompt No. 36: (GIFT) in the B rhyme line.

Ronovan Writes Decima Challenge Image
Ronovan said : You may, if you wish, make some kind of link between the Haiku Challenge prompt of (MAD and Sane) which and this Décima Challenge of GIFT in the B rhyme lineThis means you could write a haiku post using the prompt words. Then do a Décima post using this week’s prompt uniting the two with a common message.
The 2 CHALLENGES are SEPARATE but CAN BE combined if YOU CHOOSE to do so. I chose to do so. Here is the link to my Haiku.

The gift of madness.

Image from Pixabay.

Corridors full of empty souls
Dancing but their spirits won’t lift.
Sanity is not ours to gift
Lost forever all youthful goals
Here hope is gone it downhill rolls.
Screaming inside, making no sound
Dancing in circles round and round.
Foresake all hope of leaving here.
Keeping guard, surrounded by fear.
We’re all lost never to be found.

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This is my entry for Ronovanwrite’s Décima Challenge.

Sue Vincent’s Thursday photo prompt. Choices.

For visually challenged writers, the image shows a solitary figure on a beach against a wide ocean.

a solitary figure on a beach against a wide ocean.

Small choices.

Not long he’d said, I did ask if he could be more specific. He was very nice about it but just couldn’t say. Months, weeks or days…he didn’t mention years.

I really don’t know why I am writing this down, there is no one to read it.

I don’t feel sad, how could I, the sea looks so beautiful with sun glinting on it. This beach is so peaceful, it’s warm and safe.

God, I am so tired, I need to sleep, I wonder if I should wake up again.

It’s funny I am not in any pain… I wonder if it will stay like that. No I am not afraid , well a little, maybe.

Oh! Hello dog, your beautiful, are you on your own?

No it’s okay she’s no bother I love dogs. No I don’t live here …

Pardon? Me, yes I would love a coffee, thank you. There’s a café over there that welcomes dogs……

This was written for Sue Vincent’s #writephoto last June.

One-Liner Wednesday: 2 Dec 2020 Really?

Part of LindaGHill’s One-Liner Wednesday

“Don’t get hopes up about rapid Covid vaccine rollout, Boris Johnson tells UK.”

Boris Johnson

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