foggy visions of nonreality.
Pain folds over despair
with crisp edges in its crease.
A knife follows the story,
never knowing truth.
Screaming into the dark
target of a tormented core.
Secrets breathe words
forever untold.
Heart to mind to lips,
gone from the universe.
Lonely church of the faithless,
standing tall, crumbling earthbound.
Afraid to ask for help,
days pass into dreams once more.
Ann Christine Tabaka was nominated for the 2017 Pushcart Prize in Poetry, has been internationally published, and won poetry awards from numerous publications. She lives in Delaware, USA. She loves gardening and cooking. Chris lives with her husband and three cats. Her most recent credits are: Ethos Literary Journal, North of Oxford, Pomona Valley Review, Page & Spine, West Texas Literary Review, The Hungry Chimera, Sheila-Na-Gig, Synchronized Chaos, Pangolin Review, Foliate Oak Review, Better Than Starbucks!, The Write Launch, The Stray Branch, The McKinley Review, Fourth & Sycamore.
*(a complete list of publications is available upon request)
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