Falling

Falling
Silently
Relentlessly
Unceasingly 
Darkness falls
Cold, hard walls
Made of stone
Aching heart
Left alone
Inside
Falling apart
Crumbling
Tumbling 
Decaying
No words
Worth saying
Just delaying
Parts playing
Lies saying
All decaying
Rotting
Crumbling
Decaying
Wasting away
To dust 
To rust
Crumbling crust
No sarcophagus 
Just the body 
The heart
Rent apart
In the dark
Bones Cracking
Tendons Tearing
Muscles Shredding 
To pieces 
No relief
No respite 
No release
From this pain

Wracked over         

And Over

And Over

And again
In agony
Torturous 
Afflicted
Broken will
No avail 
Relentless Infliction 
Inciting 
Causing 
A brand new
Betrayal 


A blitz poem

(C) Marcel Trepanier 2016

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When All You Want to do is Give Up

You know those times when you just can't do any more?
When nothing seems good enough?
Those times when all you want to do is give up?

Everyone has those days.
Issues and tasks have piled up
You just can't do any more

Nothing is done right enough or well enough
Not a single item reaches satisfaction
Those times when all you want to do is give up.

For all of us those days come and go
For most, that is, that day passes away
What do you do when you live there, when you can't do any more?

No plan has come to fruition as envisioned
The deeply rooted senses are left unsatisfied
You know, those times when you just can't do any more
Yes, those endless days when all you want to do is give up

My Thoughts on Love

I was asked what my thoughts were on love.
What thoughts on this "gift" from Heaven above?

Helen of Troy and
Heloise of Abelard are first in my thought

What more evidence need you to recognize the
pain, angst, anguish, and death this gift has wrought.

Oh, how the heart dances like a man on the end of a rope.
How it makes the heart writhe in pain.

Why Abel was killed by Cain?
It was the want of love that caused him such pain.

The lies told, tears from another's eyes
The depths of anguish and pain wrought by love is Hel itself.

Not the firey lakes and maggoty hell of fire
But the barren, dark, frozen Hel which the Vikings feared.

Abelard wrote to Heloise, and she to him, of their heart's desire.
An ancient Icelandic fisher who, once his love had come to be,
Himself was swallowed by the swollen, frozen sea.
My thoughts, you ask, on love are that, in love fulfilled our joy is killed.

Such is the "gift" of love.




(C) Copyright Marc Trepanier