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Eisele Cunningham

Monday Mornings

Cheating 

Even the Lord’s Angels betrayed him. 

He who is the purest love of all. 

What pedestal do we- mere man have to stand on?

Ramblings

I’ve got more than a thousand opinions, but who had the time to listen and I’ve lost the will to explain. 

Rambling

I can’t tell you the type of person I am– that’s obviously for others to decide.

Best In Poetry 

A very special thank you to all those who took the time to vote for my piece ‘The Struggle of Choice,’ nominated for a Stories Choice Award, 2016! Because of your hard work. This happened: 

It was a bit nerve wrecking, waiting for the results, but what a weight lifted when I opened the Editors e-mail. Sigh… What an honor! 

Everyone have a great day! 

Best, 

Cunningeisele 

My Girl…

is the spitting image of free and beautiful 

She loves her family 

Her friends 

Me– 

Crystal too. 

So when she’s down she calls for her 

Rather than me 

Or one of you.

My girl lives in a world where the weather doesn’t change

She’s all heart 

With Soul 

And a resilient attitude 

But when she’s down she leans on her

Not me 

Not you– 

I can’t fix her

I make things worse trying to make them better

She not all here to listen

And I’ve lost something trying to save her

Transference 

Anguish

Tears 

Abandoned 

Confusing 

Uncertainty 

Questions 

Questioning my own sanity

Alone although you’re standing right next to me

Empty even more so when you’re inside of me  

The tears I can’t help the tears 

I carry a morbid desire 

I gave into curiosity 

Not your fault 

Can’t say It’s not my fault

You call out to me 

I cannot be weak 

Anguish

Tears 

Abandonment

Confusing

You’re still next to me

I won’t allow you to hurt me

Because you are hurting

Obstacles 

There was a door to which I found no key. 

There was a veil past which I could not see. 

There I held a lantern in hand which brightened no halls for me.

And it was there in my time of ponderous distress I vowed I’d keep going. 

Twist

It only took a moment before I felt the cold…
After opening the refrigerator door.

Note to self: 

Say nothing more.

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