Broken…

Broken Hearts.

Broken Strings.

Broken Glass.

Broken Dreams.

Broken Whispers.

Broken Bonds.

Broken Petals.

Broken Songs.

Broken Shelters.

Broken Footsteps.

Broken Rhymes.

Broken Webs.

Broken Beauty.

Broken Cries.

Broken Raindrops.

Broken Tides.

Broken Childhoods.

Broken Paths.

Broken Chains.

Broken Laughs.

Broken Beginnings.

Broken Skies.

Broken Wings.

Broken Flights.

Broken Chances.

Broken Peace.

Broken Secrets.

Broken Beliefs.

Broken Joy.

Broken Regards.

Broken Resolves.

Broken hearts…

©Elizabeth Dianne Allee

https://www.deviantart.com/art/Sadness-348160791

Tear Bled Ink…

It is in times of great sadness,

That you find me here.

Like strangers we’ve spoken silently,

With words no one could hear…

 

In those silent moments,

When I’ve not written what’s inside,

There is no ink to suffer bleed,

From the flow of pain’s tide…

 

©Elizabeth Dianne Allee

September 29, 2017

 

See through…

Can you see through…

The muddy waters surrounding?
Will you reveal the way out?
Feet so far beneath the surface,
Merging with the sludge of doubt.

Existence relative to self awareness.
Perceptual evidence waning.
Afraid to look beneath the surface.
Adapting to the comfort of sinking.

To fight, trust.
To hope, cling to faith.
To emerge, strive.
Light and safety are in wait…

©E.D. Allee
July, 2014

Inspired by Image: http://www.deviantart.com/art/The-lake-of-sadness-171052272

Protective Vessel…

A glass vessel stalks his sanity,
Traps him in a protective shell.
Set adrift upon the ocean of his mind,
No navigation, no sail.

Unsinkable, dry and safe,
Able to rest with ease.
A Bystander in his own waking dream,
This prison is his reprieve.

To loneliness’ torment he’s numb.
He’s lived most of his life alone.
All the world offered him was pain,
This is now his home.

The doctors say the medication will help.
They will pull him back from his isolation.
From the fantasy world in which he dwells,
They don’t understand this IS his liberation.

Time will tell if the glass will break.
If the raging see will recede.
If his vessel of protection is broken,
Will he simply sink?

©E.D. Allee
April, 2014

Image: http://universalangelicview.files.wordpress.com/2013/05/gaiaprotectsme.jpg

 

Revisited…

The pain of yesterday,
Is now the pain of today.
Old hurts resurface,
Showing no mercy or restraint.

New tears are cried,
Off the drips of tears past.
Sorrows thought buried,
Exit their open tombs intact.

But now…

The peace of today,
Strives to shred yesterday’s pains.
God’s love buffers old hurts.
Stale are the tears which remain.

However…

The sorrow is slower to leave.
Spilling and merging with my porous soul.
Painting dull colors upon my countenance,
Making movements surreal and slow.

It cruelly replays dark memories,
Blanketing thick shadows on my heart.
Actively consuming hope,
Tearing apart healing scars,

Mistakes made on destruction’s heels,
Existence defined only as “survive”.
I’m reminded again,
How it feels to be barely alive…

 

Feeling’s Fading Reign….

I’m not well versed on the matter,
Of how to push past my emotions.
They’re like a life raft aimlessly adrift,
An expansive, fickle ocean.

I submit to them, I acquiesce,
Sometimes without considering truth.
Ignoring the things I’ve learned,
My undisciplined soul, a harmful muse.

They assert their control upon my life,
Making it hard, at times, to breathe.
I fight the urge to crawl into my shell,
To induce my cowards leave.

I’m learning to proceed regardless of,
The emotional whispers strumming my fears.
To swim to the surface, cinder block bound,
Where feelings become mere souvenirs…

©E.D. Allee
March, 2014

Image: http://en.artoffer.com/_images_user/5576/193786/large/Raphaela-C.-Naeger-Abstract-art-Miscellaneous-Emotions-Modern-Age-Abstract-Art.jpg

If Only…

Just outside her window,
A sheet of glass away.
She sees past the familiar,
Through unrelenting drops of rain.
Life in graceful color,
Wings she wishes she knew.
To fly her from the four wall perimeter,
Which has dominated her view.

©E.D. Allee
February, 2014

Pic:http://bradnd24.files.wordpress.com/2010/09/loneliness.jpg

 

Fallen Into Fate…

She got lost during her planned transformation,
Merged her lifeless wings with the other fallen.
Connecting out of necessity,
To a collectiveness of the forgotten.

Dissolved into a new work of art,
An accent looked upon with condolement.
Still beautiful, but glued down,
By complacencies strong cement.

Patterns eventually blur; colors fade over time.
What will you experience in the wait?
What if your expected transformation was an illusion?
Was this, maybe, always your fate?

©E.D. Allee
February, 2014

Picture: http://www.deviantart.com/art/Colours-Dust-and-Memories-431297016

 

 

 

Can’t Let Go…

Getting in touch with that pain,
The deep seated hurt which whispers
Remembrances upon raw ears.
Escape seems the only option,
So you seek it where you can.
No easement in your bereavement.
No comfort for your soul.
On fire with the unrelenting flames of sadness,
Waiting, biding time, wishing for the numbness
Humanity can never provide.
So you sit alone, and cry…

Seemingly endless tears
Threaten to submerge you in a watery abyss,
Which you prefer to living.
To float upon pains’ waves
In search of an island where you can stay.
Where memories of them
Aren’t tangibly all encompassing.
Void of the trinkets and images
Confined to frames.
The frames with illusive boundaries,
Unable to contain their essence,
False immortalizations
Once treasured and admired.

In time these feelings will subside?
One day I won’t be chained to this preoccupation?
Peace will return while I know breath?
Or will I continue to remain in this desolation?

May you look to God,
Comforter to the broken hearted. (Matthew 5:4)
I wish you peace for your soul,
And liberation from your despondence.
Time softens the anguish,
Believe what you cannot see
The hope of healing,
And lessening of your grief.

©e.d allee
January, 2014

 

Depression: Different Now…

I revisit her sometimes

She is different now

The power she had over me

Is not as strong now

It’s visitation, we know we will part ways

She is different now

Even her darkness seems faded

Perhaps my eyes are different now

Her solid form has transformed into smoke

She is different now

She seems lonelier than I ever felt

I guess she misses me now

She seems harmless and vulnerable, yet she’s beguiling

She is different now

We almost left this world hand in hand

I won’t hold her hand now

Her life force, that which takes lives, has dimmed

She is different now

We danced together in slow circles of shadows

She dances alone now

I feel a sadness for her

She is different now

The darkness

The desire to die

The lack of hope

No strength to try

The destructive coping

Peace with having no peace

Belief in the oppressive lies

She once told me

She is different now…

I am different now…

 

 

 ©E.D. Allee

 October 2013

Picture link: http://angelov881.deviantart.com/art/Smoke-fading-effect-2-320698739