Impossible… #Poetry

Image by Alexas_Fotos from Pixabay
Paper roses
Red running blood
Every petal a broken heart
Hell is where love cannot enter
Impossible marches away
Silence that hurts, nailed on a blackboard
Turning day into night
Open doors wait
Run, do not enter
Inside the
Carrion crows wait to pick…

©AnitaDawes2022

#MLMM Photo Challenge #353 #Poetry

Photo by Ellie Burgin on Pexels.com

Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie

Birthday celebrations,

Red ribbons tied,

On presents bright.

Kind wishes, extra kisses,

Eager faces, family waiting.

Nearer to forty than you want to be.

Days stretch out like fallen ribbons.

Answers found to questions asked,

In a search that had you turned around,

Sad petals fall away.

Yesterday’s gone, yet we carry on…

© Anita Dawes 2021

The Others… #Poetry

Image by 근식 박 from Pixabay

The Others

I was meant to remember but I could not.
It felt as if a part of my mind had been cut away
Hidden from me
I search the dark space in between
Finding the thin veil that separates our world.
I see the missing part of my memory floating,
hands reaching, trying to take it for their own
I wondered if forgotten memories
lived here in this thin world
Those that live here, need us to forget
To rebuild their broken minds
From the free-floating forgetfulness of others…

© Anita Dawes 2021

#Keepitalive ~ #Whatdoyousee ~ #WDYS ~ #Poetry

Keep it alive

What do you see # 63 – January 4, 21

Image credit; Rodrigo Curi @ Unsplash

( For the visually challenged reader, the image shows the sun setting over the horizon, and in the foreground, you can see rail tracks)

I sit beneath the red light of a dying day
Waiting for the next train to take me away
from the tears shed in this town
The gentle sound of water
Soothing my broken heart
He said he loved me while loving another
I cannot be an extra string to his bow
One more notch on his bed post
I need to be someone’s one and only…

© anita dawes 2021

A Hundred Lifetimes… ~ #Poetry

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I am eighteen and my life is broken
I need a new one. With no idea how
or where to find one. Some would say
I am too young to give up on life.
They would feel the same if they had
a hundred lifetimes stuck inside their heads
Their voices, their faces swirl around like a cyclone
All vying for attention, needing to be heard
To be remembered. There is one girl
that shows up more often than the others.
She looks like me, could almost be a twin
All but for the scar on my chin.
Riding home on my bike from college, I hit a small pothole
 I flew over the handlebars and landed flat on my face.
Helped up by a passing stranger,
who gave me a hanky for the blood dripping from my chin.
Walking the rest of the way home, I realised
I could no longer hear the voices in my head
They were all gone. I was the only one left
I felt ready to begin my life again…

©anitadawes 2020