Friend or Enemy?

A foggy haze named sadness

Invites itself in

Takes the seat closest to mine

I can smell it 

Bitter and musky

I cut it off before it can speak...

I don't wish to converse. 

Don't ask me questions, please...

YES, I am heart broken!

NO, I can't fix things!

YES, I'm aware it's too late!

No...

The doctor says there are no medications for this type of pain. 

No treatments.

Not even a street drug.

Regret is an eternal diagnosis. 

I'll save a seat for you tomorrow.

In Limbo
Acrylic on Canvas
Artist: Kate Hart

Move

Reanimate.

Swallow the failures and journey on.

Limbo is not a place to reside.

Time passes regardless,

Doesn't wait,

Is steady and faithful,

To leave you where you stand,

Not able to care less if you join the movement or not.

Your voice is stale. 

Eyes empty.

I try to look behind to find you.

I'm watching the image of who you were get smaller and smaller.

I have to keep going.

I can't wait for you to live, 

And I can't watch you die.

Little Girls

They bat their eyes...

These adult little girls.

Can cry on demand.

Throw tantrums. 

Act devastated by the aftermath

Of the destruction they created in the first place .

Clueless little things.

Did you get bored, Sweetheart? 

Did the love of a real man

And the maternal responsibility

Become a burden on your social schedule? 

Poor baby. 

Overwhelmed by the life

Others pray to God for.

You juggled lives and hearts,

Letting all that was good and innocent

Crash to the ground

From your careless clumsy hands.

I pity your loss...

But thank you just the same.

Exposed
Acrylics on Canvas
Artist:Kate Hart

Forgettable

A speed bump at most

No poem for you at all

Only a haiku 

Beneath Me

Predictable you.

A bore.

A yawn or two, at most.

It's comical,

Magnificent,

The clarity that time provides.

I loved you?

The tiny slimy creature that you are?

The dirt under my shoes?

We shared a cigarette once.

You seemed 10 feet tall.

Exhaling the smoke,

And implanting yourself into the next decade of my "life".

Screaming for your attention,

Like a neglected child.

Trying to save you...

Rescue you from yourself...

At the cost of everything there was left of me.

For  what?

Turned tables?

Slammed doors?

Black eyes?

I deserved it I suppose...

To have my soul drained,

My mind bruised,

For loving something...

As beneath me as you.

Freak Show
Acrylic on Canvas
Artist: Kate Hart

Primp Session

Good morning, mirror reflection

Incidentally, I resent you
Your judgmental stare
The way you magnify and broadcast my every flaw and insecurity so callously
Like a spiteful ex lover would

You look me in the eyes
Even less than strangers do

Side Show
Mixed Media on Canvas
Artist: Kate Hart

Opinion

Billions evolve over time, experience, circumstance
And here I stand on this one view
Unmovable
Unshakable
And completely irrelevant.

Opinion
Acrylic on Canvas
Artist: Kate Hart