November PTSD
I have to admit it is a bleak evening
My brain is fuzzy
As well as my hands.
Clyde and cotton candy
Keep breaking into my thoughts
It was bound to happen
The November nightmares
And arctic winters
Of the past two years
Are Clyde’s creation
A natural PTSD
Haunting.
B.J.H. November 2013
::Drown It::
Seeps into my soul
Eats my self control
Drink to drown it out
Demons scream and shout
Cant run away from this
Feelings never missed
Don’t wanna feel this way
Demons come to play
Cant control my mind
Thought that I was fine
Lost my self control
Drink to save my soul
©05.14.05
Bonnie Jean Higgins/All Rights Reserved
I’m Undone
Black is the look I see in your eyes
I turn my face so you don’t see me cry
Anger unleashed burning my face
My ears bleed at the words you say
After this eruption
What do I have left
A flow of venom
To scar my breast.
©01.02.07
Bonnie Jean Higgins/All Rights Reserved
I held a crystal ball,
Within this delicate sphere,
Colorful words swirl like mist.
A poem desperate to escape,
Strains against it’s invisible prison
A poem that I lived,
A poem that I dreamed,
The poem that I cannot write
B.J.H.
09-25-2013
~She Saw The Moon~
A sigh escapes from bluish lips
A feather falls
to the dungeons floor
A hand so pale
Touches leaden bars
A tear so small
Is lost in the dark
A threadbare gown
Once frothy white lace
A shock of hair
Covers her face
She looks at the only glimpse of the Moon
Allowed in this Demons keep
Her feathers once of midnight blue
Now fall to the floor in ones and twos
A pile she uses to place her head
As nightmares take her away
Bonnie Jean Higgins ~ 2003
Dreamscape Poetry 