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This Wretched Loneliness

12 years of marriage, two wonderful kids, then he breaks my heart.
Unable to understand, unable to cope, I decide that we must part
The misery was lifted and a sudden rush of freedom felt within
A new desire to achieve the goals that I couldn’t when with him
As time moves on I find myself going through the motions of life
Not with the vigour that I expected but slow and forced and grim
I realise that I’m not used to living all alone
A year later the loneliness gnaws inside my bones
An admirer may come and bring light into my life but it fades so quickly
the moment they go. Never knowing when I’ll see them next
If it’s soon then that’s great, If they’ve something better to do then its
This is not living, its existing at best
What I really need is a partner to share my life, thoughts and burdens.
Two people encouraging each other, loving each other and sacrificing for each
The kids are here to keep me busy all day
But as night sets in there is nothing to say
Because no one is here, no one to listen, no one today
No one tonight
so I’ll just pin my hopes on tomorrow.




I’m looking at myself in the mirror.

Asking myself after all the hard works I have done, what does this stranger wants from me?!

I don’t know am I staring at him or he is staring at me?

I don’t want to believe what I see.

I close my eyes for a secant.

I’m asking myself if there is anyway I can take this mask off.

I start shaking my hand.

My hand tells me everything I had to know.

They point me in the mirror and telling me that’s you in the mirror not anyone else.

After all these days, I have been walking in the stories with loneliness in every secant.

I can tell from my face that there is nothing left in me.

Mirror is trying to tell me I am the one who wanted to catch the sun with my hands.

But now the darkness of nights is my place and I am dying silently in it.

I broke the mirror so it won’t talk about my past and dreams again.

But mirror breaks into thousand pieces, but there is still my picture in every broken piece.

Pictures are telling me with funny faces, cut the hope from the sky.

There is no difference in your days; they all smell the same old desire.


Sweet messages,
Letters of Love,
Poems and pictures,
Your voice on the phone,
but never a warm embrace,
This is what I have of you.

Warm winter fires,
Sunrises and sunsets
Wasting away the evening,
And spending the night together
Things we wished for.

A country apart from begining to end.
I once thought love conquered all

Now all I have is
Goodbye love.
Hello friend.

Goodbye heart.
Hello misery.

-Kelly Chessey


Maybe Tonight

Maybe tonight is the night

When my pain will cease for good.

Maybe tonight is the night,

When I will end it; maybe I should.

Maybe tonight someone will notice

The chains that I am bound by.

Maybe tonight all this pain,

Maybe tonight, maybe it’ll all die.

Maybe tonight I will find happiness,

In a place far from here.

Maybe tonight, finally,

It’ll all become clear

Maybe tonight I’ll pick up my blade,

And put it to my throat.

Maybe tonight this will mean something,

This poem I wrote.

Temple Dream

Damn the day! fade away, ruthless rays of light!
Make apparent every flaw of my endless fight.

Finding refuge in the folds of
darkness , love thee kiss and hold…

close the door, turn out the night.
Kiss the softest breath of night.

Temple dream, I dance AGAIN!
The flames, my lovers never burn me.

Warmest night winds push and pull.
Liquid visions softly turn me.