Repeating Blues

Awkward memories belt out

haunting blues,

Their melody seeps into bones

like a chilled rain–

Shivering the soul to its core, like a scratched record.

Doomed to repeat

Doomed to repeat

Depression needles

its way into the grooves of gray

and repeats its mantra

’til your being aches to

smash the record, the player

and anything else

that reminds of this unforgiven sorrow.

Published by

Karisa Moore

I lost my son to suicide. Each day since, I commit my day to turning the page and continuing to write my story. There is no deeper grief, but I know too, that there is no greater hope than bringing life out of death. I offer each page to you as a testimony that there is hope for abundant life!

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