Today’s haiku challenge:
My style is the five/seven/five syllable structure. Here are my 10 haiku poems:
daily ritual:
thrash within, and nobody
sees the markings left.
thrash the trash inside
my brain, cerebral cleansing
baptism by bashing.
depression party:
thrash the pinata; watch as
shadows explode out.
depression party:
thrash the man bobbing for hope
apples in darkness.
depression party:
thrash the cake, set it aflame,
eat the charred icing.
depression party:
thrash the balloon; it slinks down
like a broken man.
anxiety thrash.
tangled in the blankets of
dripping cranium.
anxiety thrash,
like diving into fall leaves
that are colorless.
anxiety thrash:
endless sauna tunnels where
light is bad omen.
if a book thrashes
its pages turn confetti
a story untold.