Drenched in sorrow
Drenched in sorrow she sits,
Cross legged,
Head bowed, in a silent prayer,
To someone she doesn’t believe in,
About something she doesn’t understand
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Drenched in sorrow
Drenched in sorrow she sits,
Cross legged,
Head bowed, in a silent prayer,
To someone she doesn’t believe in,
About something she doesn’t understand
In disguise by Dawn Illsley
A smile painted on my face,
With lipstick too red for my taste.
Veiled hope in disguise,
A shroud worn to disguise.
Rose by Dawn Illsley
Weathered and worn,
Tired and torn.
She waits for time to end.
How can it be that she doesn’t see how time can drag and bend?
When you can’t remember your own name,
and everyone looks the same.
Time by Dawn Illsley
My soul is bleeding,
Hoping beyond help.
Time is ticking,
Loud and clear.
It’s getting late,
Too late to care.
War
Life is bickering with death,
Impatiently death waits,
Reluctantly life has to go,
And death can’t wait.
Barely There
There’s a crowd inside my head,
It’s beyond capacity.
There’s no room for hope.
I’m empty of care.
I’m tired of smiling.
I’m barely there.
The Hum by Dawn Illsley
I want to be in a place busy with the hum of voices.
Voices confabulating, words I can’t decipher.
Not here in the quiet.
My brain is free to wander,
Free to play the broken record of thoughts.
Ruminating in a stew of self doubt and words left unsaid
Behind walls By Dawn Illsley
Rapacious eyes follow my lips.
Lips speaking words.
Words that torture and neglect.
Neglecting the subject,
torturing the truth.
The truth trapped behind walls grown thick with time.
Timed out by Dawn Illsley
Humming a tune my lips don’t recognize,
I wander around the house.
My autopilot is broken,
I keep crashing.
Everyone notices,
But nobody says anything,
Afraid to point out the obvious.
I’m absent,
I’ve bowed out,
Thrown in the towel,
Given in, timed out.
Reckless Adventure by Dawn Illsley
The waves crash and retreat back to repeat.
I shouldn’t be surprised by my wet toes,
but the waves chase me up the beach.
Like a game of tag in the back yard.
I’ve wandered into a place not meant for me.
I feel like an intruder,
The sign says off limits.
But I still go,
cheating the under tow,
Reckless adventure.