Filomena Rocca

Filomena Rocca May 31

To the Blank Page
Poetry is Death

Psych Ward Poetry
Set 6, Poem 7
For N.

#meta

Filomena Rocca May 31

There is no; there is yes
There is endless distress

There is hope; there is fear
There is many a tear

In company shed
Or alone on my bed

But among all the weeds
All the bruises and bleeds

Some places are pleasant
Some periods bring peace

Psych Ward Poetry
Set 6, Poem 6

Filomena Rocca May 31

Internal Journalist

Internal journalist
Pitiful moralist
Brave declarations
Cleverly made

My words are a weapon
An army attacking
Myself - but my friendships
Are casualties laid

Psych Ward Poetry
Set 6, Poem 5

#selfsabotage #bpd #borderline

Filomena Rocca May 31

Haiku 15

Found a glimpse of hope
Hidden inside all the hurt
Think I'll take a chance

Psych Ward Poetry
Set 6, Poem 4
For D. and L.

Filomena Rocca May 31

Haiku 14

When does it all end?
How much hasn't started yet?
Wond'ring all the while

Psych Ward Poetry
Set 6, Poem 3

#haiku

Filomena Rocca May 31

Black Robin

Black-breasted, beaten
Resigned and defeated
No color is left
In this hideous rift

Where once it was red
All the feathers are dead
No sympathy given
My stone-hearted gift

Psych Ward Poetry
Set 6, Poem 2

Filomena Rocca May 31

Puppet

A mask on a puppet
A task interrupted
A flask full of magic
Is smashed and corrupted

Impervious layers
Incredulous prayers
A pointless proceeding
Is starting to tear

And break into pieces
A forcible recess
I know next to nothing
Except that I'll cease

Psych Ward Poetry
Set 6, Poem 1