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‘End’ and other poems by Christine Bolton

By: Christine Bolton


Evening touches the last light
Before it covers in its darkness
My heart swathed in mourning threads
and face immobilized in hardness

In the end they say it is black
This must surely be where I am
The birds do not sing
nor do I hear the bleat of a lamb

I feel only numbness
Immobilized with no direction
Hearing your words echoing in my ears
and their cruel inflection

I am a broken woman
Laying in pieces at your feet
A heap of something that once was
Your destruction complete

Before others we plighted our troth
An oath to be faithful and true
Our love an ocean not stopping at the shore
If only we knew

Your demons buried deep inside
Were still alive and well
Once the lid was open
Only time would tell

They had festered in their morbid coffin
Poison slowly growing in wait
A corpulent beast ready to explode
Once you opened the gate

I am now frozen in time
Your love was detrimental to my being
I lay slowly dying from the toxins
Your final gift is freeing



How small and insignificant I feel
As the waves lap the shore
In my mind I escape to a place where
My thoughts have never gone before

Would this mighty sea swallow me?
In one fierce and furious gush
Or kiss my feet with a gentleness
That I may hear the earth’s hush

Its energy coursing through my veins
Safe from harm, yet almost possessed
Losing myself in its tactual sensation
My spirit willingly repressed

Realizing I could be taken by the ocean
and become a slave to its force
I quickly return to the calmness
Lost in the tranquility of the source



The sky freckled
with tangerine clouds
The sun’s last breath
of the day
The water glittered
with diamonds
and shadows grew long
as the evening turned grey
Through the looking glass
of twilight
astral forms came into view
and under the stars we lay

Christine Bolton  Poetry for Healing


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