#109 of 365 – “lye”



I have to make her things

I pray she’ll like


hide my embarrassment

in the balm of night


and hope it will be obscured

in the light


I don’t have money

to take her on trips


and my wishes for both of us

remain in eclipse


and still her love for me

spills from her lips


it hurts me much more

than I think it should


I know my regrets of the past

come to no good


still I pressure myself

more than she ever could


but when I see disappointment

bring clouds to her sky


a torrential ache pours

and burns through me like lye


and I feel I will drown

in my guilt and just die




About Blackbird

Poet, sculptor, jewelry maker, writer, spouse, parent, crazy person - not necessarily in that order.
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2 Responses to #109 of 365 – “lye”

  1. pi314chron says:

    This…you know — Things will get better and life will be golden again. Let the past be a closed door and the Universe will open doors to the future…beyond all imagining!

    Ron xoxox

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