Today’s haiku challenge:
My style is the five/seven/five syllable structure. Here are my 10 haiku poems:
you lift me from the
depths, entrails dripping away
back at the bottom.
if you lift me by
the ankles, you’ll see my pain
puddle below us.
you lift me up just
to push me back down again;
a psychopath’s game.
when you have to lift
a corpse, it’s heavier, so
don’t try lifting me.
even’t a crane can’t
lift a man down in the dumps
who wants to stay there.
your smile used to lift
my spirits; now it only
haunts my memories.
I try to lift the
weight of our disassembling.
Confetti heartbreak.
depression gives me
a lift back to bed, always.
Nowhere else to go.
anxiety gives
me a lift with octopus
hands, frantic, scattered.
the past lifts me up
above the present, stepping
on today’s chances.