That dead to the world feeling
(while still impatiently alive)
Not knowing what terrible beast comes
Slipping out from the ebon blackness
Wandering life, hoping to find a small light
Only more darkness seen in eager search
Let there be light, Oh, Let there be light,
Please let there be light
© 2019 Jim Davis
My first attempt at a cherita (thanks Leara Nicole Morris-Clark) - yes, I know it is a dark story, but darkness so well captures my feelings right now! Let there be light! Please!
Decay marks my soul
Locked in cage
Hung above the waves
Despair coming in wavelets
A yearn that aches
Smitten by rotten stench
Sticky rivers run down my hand.
Under the summer sun,
Sweet chocolate swirl melts on my tongue.
As the song fades in the distance,
Meet me behind the shed.
I’ll show you mine if you show me yours.
This poetry form is called a Cherita.
That little girl in photograph
Broken front tooth
& a cheesy smile
A sad gaze
And a lopsided head
Begging for solace
Her raised gaze
He saw wavelets
About to roll down
Her smile was the reef
a crack in the sky
I lean the eye into
the puncture of light
of heartbreak's wound
Some wounds only God can reach down and heal. I wrote this trying to adopt a new for called cherita. Ill get the hang of it with more practice.
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