I'm tired of this back and forth
Seeing my husband cry daily Scars my wounded heart Your flippancy is more than I can take Due to unprecedented behavior My state is now my enemy And I am reluctant to enter the Battlezone without a better plan or ombudsman Thinking back to when you didn't allow your daughter to be destroyed And I call it ruined because She had no concept of trauma Until now Because of you I must continue to pray for her heart and her memories © Doniell Cushman. All Rights Reserved. This poem or any portion thereof may not be reproduced or used in any manner whatsoever without the express written permission of the author except for the use of brief quotations in a review.
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Split Open, cadaver
Bloodhound scent trail Electromagnetic failure Tingling, coursing into deep veins A throb so deep it dehydrates by sucking Ambitious adventure full of viscosity, No energy Lapping the pool of sick Feeling weary and barbed Dying alone No reaching out Hidden destiny of unknown origin I lay here Imagining It all © Doniell Cushman. All Rights Reserved. This poem or any portion thereof may not be reproduced or used in any manner whatsoever without the express written permission of the author except for the use of brief quotations in a review. Neat stacks build
Hand over fist To the tip of the bat Game now won © Doniell Cushman. All Rights Reserved. This poem or any portion thereof may not be reproduced or used in any manner whatsoever without the express written permission of the author except for the use of brief quotations in a review. I want to kiss away your tears
As she yanks you away from me, And pitifully I plaster a smile, worthless though it is, onto my face and wave Goodbye Then she sucks you into her abyss and once again We are broken © Doniell Cushman. All Rights Reserved. This poem or any portion thereof may not be reproduced or used in any manner whatsoever without the express written permission of the author except for the use of brief quotations in a review. I could kidnap you
Keep you safe from all harm I could sing for you And make my heart bleed I could lie for you And it would all be changed I could cry for you So rivers would flood again I could meld with you Keeping you tight in my arms I could wait with you As the trauma lets loose © Doniell Cushman. All Rights Reserved. This poem or any portion thereof may not be reproduced or used in any manner whatsoever without the express written permission of the author except for the use of brief quotations in a review. |
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June 2022
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