Donations are essential to keep Write Out Loud going    

Recent Comments

Tom Doolan on Shimmering Light
1 hour ago

Tom Doolan on One Tear at a Time
1 hour ago

David RL Moore on Tales of the Riverbank
1 hour ago

Stephen Gospage on Evan Tyler
2 hours ago

Stephen Gospage on The End of His Tether
2 hours ago

Stephen Gospage on One Tear at a Time
2 hours ago

David RL Moore on A Life in the Day
4 hours ago

Tom Doolan on St George’s Day
4 hours ago

Larisa Rzhepishevska on St George’s Day
5 hours ago

Bethany Sallis on SPIKE-LIKE
11 hours ago

Tears

I feel like I am choking,

drowning in my unspilt tears. 

But the dams don't yet break even though the buoy in my throat is rising with the sea

and the canal that is my throat, tightens. 

 

No matter how hard my mind steers the sails away from the emotional storm within,

The crashing seas cannot help but spill over the edge of the boat. 

 

My tears are smooth like the PVC ma...

Read and leave comments (1)

Crycryingsad poemsailorseawater

No love in return

Imagine being trapped in a puddle,

The ice froze over the top a long time ago and no matter how hard you try, you cannot break it. 

Every time it thaws a little, the cold that follows sets the water harder than before. 

Swimming to the surface never gets easier,

You give up,

But never for long. You swim harder each time but the glass-like ceiling is never gone. 

The hand that onc...

Read and leave comments (0)

Puddlewatericelove

This site uses cookies. By continuing to browse, you are agreeing to our use of cookies.

Find out more Hide this message