Difficult times

So many times, I tilted,
learned to light candles
to banish the dark,
now my child is perched
on the edge of a pit,
I throw in wicks,
but they have nothing
to light them with.

-Sue Watling

Giving Up the smooch:

Venomous snakes conjured up in my mind
from my anxieties, frustrations, and negativities.
They slithered in my nerves.
They threatened me with their hissing sounds and flickering tongues.
I begged for emotional support
but all I got in return was
empathy as frozen as Tundra.
They tied me in a gnarly knot and bit and swallowed my stimulus.
I am now like an old plaster crumbled from a wall
about to smooch the death willingly.
But I know after this smooth, I can never smooch
So, from now on, I will keep on
venting out
my emotional state
in my diaries
till my creator doesn’t
take me away with him.

© Spriha Kant

Bios And Links

-Sue Watling

is a writer and poet living in the UK. Follow Sue on Twitter @suewatling and subscribe to Sue’s blog about poetry and bees at suewatling.com

-Spriha Kant

developed an interest in reading and writing poetries at a very tender age. Her poetry “The Seashell” was first published online in the “Imaginary Land Stories” on August 8, 2020, by Sunmeet Singh. She has been a part of Stuart Matthew’s anthology “Sing, Do the birds of Spring” in the fourth series of books
from #InstantEternal poetry prompts. She has been featured in the Bob Dylan inspired anthology “Hard Rain Poetry: Forever Dylan” by the founder and editor of the website Fevers of the Mind “David L O’ Nan”. Her poetries have been published in the anthology “Bare Bones Writing Issue 1: Fevers of the Mind”. She
has been featured in the “Synergy: Calling all Writers who are photographers” on the blog “The Wombwell Rainbow” run by Paul Brookes.