The Struggle: Haiku.

Upside down egg pits
Swallow wasted ambitions,
Flushing them long gone.

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Pustulant  little daemons
Swimming
Through all that lives,
Rot and decay
Happy contribution

I never promised you a garden, you’ll just water me down.

I thought my throat was marbles,
and velcro was the lining
holding my organs in place.
Because I am cotton socks;
black and brittle heels
scraped bloody
to the corks in my bones.

Saying Goodbye…A Son’s Guilt (In Memory of Marylyn Therien, nee Jones)

She lay prostrate on a hospital gurney substituting for a bed
A white sterile pillow crumpled and stuffed beneath her head
Belly distended by illness and disease
But the expression on her wrinkled face was one of peace and ease