Torment.

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It rages in my head
It’s hunger goes unfed.
Crawling like an almighty dread,
Screaming, groaning, clawing at my head.

The need and greed consumes me,
It ripples through my brain
Pushing me beyond the brink of pain.
To lift me high then dash me down again .

They crawl and grab
They lunge and stab.
Body to body soul to soul
They creep through my head to reach their goal.

They grapple they bite and suck.
I cry and curse my luck.
The sword fights the cross
It starts to burn
Thundering through my head I yearn.

To be eased, appeased
Sated and pleased.
Barren dried out and teased.
It is eating me up never letting me rest.
I need it, I demand it this is not a request.
It’s driving me mad
Making me sad.
I anger my friends and strangers think I’m mad.

It is gnawing me, goring me,
Splitting me in two
They all creep inside me what am I to do.
Help me, help me I am going mad
Oh! just forget it, it’s all so freaking sad!

Ronovan Writes Décima Poetry Challenge Prompt No. 83: (PRIDE) in the C rhyme line.

Ronovan Writes Decima Challenge Image

Thoughts spiral like demons on wings
Drowning in confusion I fall
No one listening to my call
Cought in the maddnes my brain stings.
Caught in the fear this harsh life brings.
Your strong words blow me apart, wide.
Can’t fight anymore, I’ve no pride.
Beaten me down, I’ve lost my soul.
You ripped it out and ate it whole.
Nowhere to run, nowhere to hide.

This is part of Ronovanwrite’s Weekly Décima Challenge.

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

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.

Get me a piece of cake.

Photo by cottonbro on Pexels.com

Give me a piece of cake
It might just stop that ache
It is eating me up inside
Cake might make it subside.

Oh! let me close my eyes
I have had enough of your lies
Give me a piece of cake
It might just stop that ache.

I worry so all night
My terrors all take flight
The early hours multiply fears
Soon I shall be drowning in my tears

All is becoming very plain
Worms are eating my brain
Give me a piece of cake
It might just stop that ache.

Image from Pixabay

Ronovan Writes (TIP) This week, it’s the D rhyme line.

Ronovan Writes Decima Challenge Image

For this week’s challenge, the word TIP must be one of the line words. Then the other line(s) word(s) must rhyme with TIP. I have also used the prompt words from Ronovanwrite’s Weekly Haiku Challenge Morrow and Surge.

Welcome to the Décima Poetry Challenge. Each week we’ll be attempting a Décima, also known as an Espinela, poem.

If you don’t know how to write a Décima, click HERE to go to a post on How to Write an Espinela or Décima Poem.

This is part of Ronovanwrite’s Décima Challenge

Image from Pixabay

We only get once chance at life
Sadly time is not infinite
This is true though it might sound trite
Why face the morrow filled with strife.
The pens of fate our lives rewrite.
In the morn all our fears will serge
Our hopes and dreams begin to merge.
Over the edge our feelings tip
As into the abyss we slip.
We all dance to Lucifer’s dirge.

Escape Life Line.

Image from Pixabay

I had to leave the party, my head needed a break so I took my shoes off and I stole off to the lake.

The moon was glinting silver on water and there was a fine mist it all looked to beautiful, fresh and angel kissed.

I could hear the music from the party floating on the air the warm gentle night caressed me as I stood  alone and peaceful there.

The breeze took up a little and the clouds began to part and such a handsome moon appeared it almost stopped my heart.

I wanted to run up the moon beams I wanted to get way, I need a lifeline to save me. To open my eyes like the moon did just then , open  my eyes give me a lifeline and set me free

Thursday photo prompt: Entrance #writephoto

For visually challenged writers, the image shows the a green and rocky landscape, with a path leading up to a dark-mouthed cave

ENTRANCE

What secrets lie over the threshold

What echos in the dark and cold

Why do I now hesitate

Sealed forever my fate

Decided too late

No point to fight

Less chance flight

In to

Night.

This is part of Sue Vincent’s #writephoto.

#writephoto

Vampire Soul

Pixabay
Such a black soul 
Broken not whole
No redemption forthcoming
My lack of hope, quite stunning.
Deserted and abandoned, banished
My heart empty and famished
My lust for blood insatiable
On edge my nerves unstable.
The moon rises I crave a drink
I shall sate this thirst, no depths too low for me to sink.
.

Cinqku Drowning.

Drowning

Nothing left

To struggle for

Such a relief , escape

Freedom.

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A cinqku must always have 5 lines and a perfect seventeen-syllable count. The lines typically follow a 2,3,4,6,2 format. There is no title requirement on the second line. As for syntax and diction styles, it follows the free Tanka style originally. There are no metric requirements for a cinqku poem. Additionally, the final line must contain a cinquain or kireji turn for emphasis.

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