Remnants

This is my own tragedy
This telepresence, of sorts
I, loving you

Self-created, for my imagination is that of a girl reading far too many fanciful tales of interplanetary affection and of camel-led caravans of the Orient
The dust of this all still surrounds me

Something I alone permit
Against God’s will,
I believe in you

Tragedy

Why am I out of breath,
You bastard from out of the depth?
What say you, that I’m strung out,
You potion that does confound?
Where remove my sandals, I’d kneel,
You place that I pray cease to feel. 

Haiku Dump: Saturday, March 11, 2017

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Should I be writing
The times I’m angry and lost
Readers deserve joy

Do speak albeit
From a position of pain
Compelled to not quit

I thought I’d progressed
But I’m back at the start point
Mired in pain again

FORGIVE its proper
Silence your pity party
You’re in pain so what

Ev’ry day I pray
Please God help me to forgive
Why’s He saying Shhhhhh

This daily cower
To the bully at the door
Must happen no more

Congratulations
Though I fear you I won’t cry
Business is business

Your barbs unending
Relativity is gone
Anyone dissent

Antagonism
Why do you sit on that perch
Gives me a headache

Negative thinkers
Will call themselves realists
Seems like a cop-out

Chased after your heart
Twenty years to no avail
That was so not fun

Wanting approval
Judgement indifference stings
Take back the vows please

To lose a great love
For hoarding your acceptance
Seems tragic to me

Compliments were due
On such niceties as this
Hearts may rise or fall

I so disagree
That I’ve deserved such disdain
But you did your worst

The reason I cheer
Your years of bad behavior
Affect me no more

I do forgive you
How sad your uncontrite heart
Forfeited you mine

I step forward here
Despite that you’re not sorry
And that you blame me

Joylessness goodbye
You had your 15 minutes
So linger no more