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

 

Within Her Four Walls…

Drowning within her four walls,
Soaked in self made torment.
Submerged in agony,
Little fight left.

Returning to the dark places,
Her mind draws her to.
Surrendering in error,
To the things she once knew.

Perhaps her hurt will all drift away,
Upon gentle waves of continuity.
Perhaps her eyes will open,
And this will have been, but a dream.

Or maybe she’ll drown,
Within her four walls.
Eyes closed forever,
In her slow, steady fall…

©E.D. Allee
September, 2014

Tomorrow…

http://annmariebone.deviantart.com/art/At-the-Going-Down-of-the-Sun-473093419

Day descends once more.

Again, I am left with ache,

Waiting to join her…

©E.D. Allee
September, 2014

Silver Gleam…

The ocean seems to mourn

Drifting softly to the shore

I look to the expansive sea,
Heart heavy with ache.
Moons fullness above,
Stars seek escape.

Wind blows hardened palms,
There’s a rumbling in the tide.
Imagination dances with the mysteries,
The hidden are calling my curious mind.

So dark and deep
What lies beneath
I focus on what I can see
The moon’s silver gleam.
In the distance strikes of lightening
The light is anchoring
To the present moment, enhancing.

Is my heavy heart, right here?
Is my burdened soul, right now?
Waste I this day, tears for tomorrow?
When they’re nowhere to be found?

Is current pain, born of a future yet unborn,
Still the present, because it hurts so bad.
The storm’s in the distance.
It may never arrive, or perhaps it already has…

Written while at Hilton Head Island, SC. Had some hard days after Robin Williams committed suicide. Hit me hard. Will post a couple of poems from that week. Was amazingly beautiful there- right by the ocean.

©E.D. Allee
August, 2014

Soaked Despair Meets Hope…

Her umbrella settles upside down,
Open, but on the ground.
She grasps it by the firm handle,
And drags it slowly, letting it dangle.

The rain is falling in unforgiving buckets,
She’s drenched, cold and adapted to numbness.
Her steps are staggered, her head hangs low,
Dusk is upon her, and she’s all alone.

She feels a pull, a prompting from deep within.
To set the umbrella, upright again.
Slightly hesitant, she complies,
Lifting her head to join her open eyes.

Present once more in the moment,
Awareness restored, yet remaining reticent.
Her feet steadying, weakly standing tall,
Grasping the hand reaching out, preventing her fall.

The hand of God, powerful, and nostalgically familiar,
Love, warmth, and light surreal.
He calms the storm inside her soul,
Her upright umbrella; she’s alone no more.

©E.D. Allee
February, 2014

Pic: http://weather.thefuntimesguide.com/images/blogs/rain-umbrella-with-sun-and-clouds-by-LilGoldWmn.jpg

Joy Turns to Sorrow…

In the blink of an eye,
My laugh’s become a cry.
Settling anew with tear’s stains,
On the tail end of a fun, energetically sleepless high.

Fearing the decline, the abyss,
Where I find myself trapped for a stint.
Until an appointed time of release,
When the sorrow finally ends.

“They” call it bipolar mood cycling,
The cruel shift, euphoria’s exit.
Echoes of wakefulness spiked with joy,
Turn to liquified, molten lament.

Required to ride it out,
I’ve gotten better with the passing of time.
But I’d rather avoid this darkness,
While I’m waiting to realign.

©E.D. Allee
February, 2014

Note: I wrote this a while back. So, not current emotions.

Pic:http://www.deviantart.com/art/Bipolar-343768006 (a lot of beautiful images from this artist). 

 

 

 

 

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

 

Hurting…

Drowning in your tears.
Unable to stop their flow.
Wanting to let go…

©E.D. Allee
January, 2014

Picture: http://heatherlgraham.files.wordpress.com/2012/04/crying.jpg

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