Poetry Blog by Beth Abbott
Bandages constantly being placed,
Straight onto those voids that were caused
By someone who had no right to harm.
Wrap, tape, cry.
That's your pattern each night, isn't it?
When you weep because of your craving for love.
You do not understand it yet
But you do not require this person in your life.
Yesterday's emotions need to be wiped clean.
We are the uni...
Tuesday 11th February 2020 7:02 pm
The mountains we seek
The crests and peaks
Are no longer to be discovered
We reached the summit
and settled in the trough
I do not respond, I contemplate my answer
Make it articulate, considerate, yet punctual;
Nowhere. We settle.
We deal with what we need to deal with.
Whether that is today,
Thursday 6th February 2020 9:14 pm