Grinding Monkey Hook

Grinding Monkey Hook

A Poem by Frieda P

what's left to believe
    when veins have been purged
your pain sticks a needle in my heart
we both bleed
 the same shade of blue
weaving in and out of obsessions hook
 cravings are possessed
 by toxic bags of kick
monkey on your back as a grave marker 
 with self fulfilling prophecy
grinding the music to a deathly tune
 that takes no prisoners 
slept with my eyes open, still 
couldn't save you from the litany that looms
last chapters pen'd in the etchings
 primal guts on tombstones written in original sin
negotiations negligible and non pending
 in contracts of self delusions
tomorrows only suffice to write the legacy, 
 an epitaph of unyielding sorrow


© 2013 Frieda P


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Oh Frieda,

How I cried when I read this. I felt each and every word. Even in overwhelming pain you are able to grasp those fears and bring them to life, even for the uninitiated. The future has never looked so frightening- especially since futures are so stunted when they only consist of a day at a time.

Posted 10 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Frieda P

10 Years Ago

I know exactly how that feels, and what you mean, seems just yesterday they were little guys falling.. read more
icelandicblue

10 Years Ago

My love and hope to you, for both of us.



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"slept with my eyes open, still
couldn't save you from the litany that looms
last chapters pen'd in the etchings
of primal guts on tombstones of original sin
negotiations negligible and non pending
in contracts of self delusions"
Wow. I feel the heart of a mom here begging her child to get back on the right path so she can save him from the tombstone or it could be an ex- beloved one. Powerful and raw feelings in this great write...:)

Posted 10 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Frieda P

10 Years Ago

Begging, key word, you'e so right my dear friend.....
Sami Khalil

10 Years Ago

You are welcome...:)
Good Read and Sorrows, Rejection... Splendid work dear...
Wonderful lines :
when veins have been purged
your pain sticks a needle in my heart
we both bleed
the same shade of blue

Singh :)

Posted 10 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Frieda P

10 Years Ago

Thank you Singh, always appreciate seeing you on my page.
I think that sometimes, you have to hit rock bottom before you can make the decision of up or sideways. Up is a hard, hard road. But, we both know that. It takes more energy than many of us have to give some days. All we have to hold onto sometimes is hope, and knowing that we will never stop fighting for a future that does not hurt as bad. Not a review, maybe just acknowledgment.

Posted 10 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Marie Anzalone

10 Years Ago

we hit it only as ever many time as we have to. Hard as it is to realize that others have their own .. read more
Frieda P

10 Years Ago

Love is unquestionable, and I'l fight for my son till the death, not sure how 'spite' came into this.. read more
Marie Anzalone

10 Years Ago

talking of my own experience, not about your son. I ran on spite for several years until that ran fl.. read more
Oh Frieda,

How I cried when I read this. I felt each and every word. Even in overwhelming pain you are able to grasp those fears and bring them to life, even for the uninitiated. The future has never looked so frightening- especially since futures are so stunted when they only consist of a day at a time.

Posted 10 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Frieda P

10 Years Ago

I know exactly how that feels, and what you mean, seems just yesterday they were little guys falling.. read more
icelandicblue

10 Years Ago

My love and hope to you, for both of us.

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If you want to know me, read my poetry, it's all in there. I am a mother of three sons (my finest moments) a sister, a survivor and a little bit crazy. I lost my beloved sister to suicide, so you'll.. more..

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