And
     you were just
     like the              moon,
   so lonely, so                  
full of imper-                        
fections. But                          
just like the                  
                          moon, you     shined                   .
         in times of dar-
           kness.

Pain,........
Amazing muse,
Piquant contusion ... .
Oh woes'
Me
Emotion so bruised.
Tears.
Cry,
Crestfallen ,
Cant believe she's gone
So cold, and bitter
Cruela was to me,
In privacy.
Wanted freedom
Too long
I've been her victim
Now that I have it
Paradigm shifter
All I see is her.
The little girl underneath
Her defenses
Hurt
Suddenly I'm
The villain,
And what is this?
This is so wrong....
I empathise
Every sad song ,
I cry......
I cry from the wretched
Clutches of my
Sadistic soul
Slumped in a pathetic
Heap
Cant sleep
Whimpering
....
Why
Blue skies.
Blue Eyes turnt
Pink again,
Wailing
Poor little
Lonely love lost
Brooding
In such
A bittersweet
Sea..  .tumultuous
Tossed
Treading
No solid thing
To protect my heart in
Recounting events
Obsessed
Suffering
Varialbe
Cost.
Lost
In the ruse.
Fortunately
It seems to me
The deeper my love
Sinks in
The deeper
The dagger
At loves end
The more my soul bleeds
The better
The poetry
If it weren't for you
I honestly
Dont like to think
What I would be.
Thank you poetry
For keeping
Me
Alive .
And everyone around me

Sensations
Reservations
Tribulations
Inner balance
Clement
Bells,
wind chime,
transparent wings,
you'll find,
but deep In the City,
a corner of Trafalgar Square,
but it's better to feel,
the whole atmosphere,
Not one single building,
where dwellers dare
Bishopsgate a longer song
A circle of bells,
sounds with letters,
that spell

© 2022 Carol Natasha Diviney