Margaret Sok
I fear writing is all that can cure the emptiness of my heart
Margaret Sok
I fear writing is all that can cure the emptiness of my heart
I fear writing is all that can cure the emptiness of my heart
I fear writing is all that can cure the emptiness of my heart
You, my darling, are the moon.
I gravitate towards your
Sweet lullaby, so soothing as a loon’s.
You create tidal waves of joy within
All residing from your small grin.
Your beauty shines bright,
A beacon of hope
Beating silver rays of light
Over my captive darkness,
Freeing all heavy feelings of harshness.
My moon, how I love you,
More than the countless stars
Surrounding us two.
Foreve...
Memories are a burden,
They exploite your mind
With days that once were bright
Now turned dull and grime.
You search for peace,
Offering your sanity
In return for a small
Feeling void of calamity.
Soon, memories will haunt again,
Plaguing your mind with days
When you did not despair.
You beg to disappear to foreign ways.
But, don’t let yourself
Float to the moon
Or you’ll miss the flowe...
I was forgotten
again.
I was left
again.
I should’ve known
This was bound to happen;
He lead me into false happiness
And then cloaked himself in disappearance.
I was naive
again.
I was starstruck
again.
My heart is again pierced with
The small knife of hope.
Forgotten, I will be, bleeding
Away a stream of unrequited love....
My throat was quenching for thirst. Every swallow was dry and painful.
My head started to pound with agony.
I need water.
My steps turned slow as I dragged them through the forest.
From a distance, I could see bright blue and red lights flashing.
Hope.
I walked faster, trying to put behind my pain.
Closer and closer the lights grew brighter, yet I could not distinguish what they were from. ...
I grab my car keys, my head aching and my eyes sagging.
I catch a glimpse of myself in the hallway mirror.
Solemn eyes and paling skin marks a mysterious sickness infiltrating my body.
I head out to the doctor’s office, hoping he won’t send me home with a bottle of ibuprofen.
This sickness is more than just a small headache; it’s agonizing.
The bright white lights of the doctor’s office sprea...
She walks for hope,
Hope that he is still alive.
Her fingers numb
And her cheeks turn red.
She whispers prayers
And ignores the cracks.
“I will find you…” she says over and over.
On step, and the ice veins out.
One step, and her head is underwater.
One step, and she’s found her father,
Sinking below.
Together they are....
The salt burns my eyes, but I push through and swim down in the teal water.
Bright coral and small fish sway beside me.
I spot the seashell and snatch it to bring above.
I break through the surface, air once again flooding my lungs.
The soft, summer breeze brushes my wet curls. Slowly, I swim through the calm ocean, my feet touch the grainy, warm sand.
The orange and blush pink sky guides me ...
“I wanted it to be you.”
“We don’t work.”
“How can you say that?”
“We don’t; we are like snow and flame. One burns too hot, the other too cold.”
“I suppose I am the flame?”
“No, no you are the snow, cold and cruel.”
“How dare you—“
“You’ve caused me pain, and drowned my feelings in your own self misery.”
“…”
“Goodbye. Let your snow fall elsewhere.”...
I stare at the food,
My mind immediately rejects
The thought of savoring
Something so damaging.
I feel no hunger anymore,
The pain has been consumed.
I reject the horrors that will come
And bite the pain anew.
I am numb with confusion,
These words do not add up.
I will reject my image
Until I am enough....
The rough hands pushed me out into the wintery cold. Soft, piercing snow hit my cherry-colored cheeks. My fingers began to numb and my tears were slowly freezing to my pale skin.
“You are not welcomed here anymore!” The orphanage master shouted at me as I lied in the snowbank.
She shut the heavy door and locked it, leaving me to death.
I slowly gathered myself and stood up.
It was cold, dark, ...