As change engulfed her
Fear flooded to the surface
Trust calmed the fierce tides
Tag: poems
I am not
My depression
A suicidal little girl
Looking for love
With misery’s face
I am me
I am beautiful
I am alive
I am not
My depression
A suicidal little girl
Looking for love
With misery’s face
I am me
I am beautiful
I am alive
In the dark
Thoughts are spirals
Of chaos
–
Her personal twister
Traps her mind
Pirouetting through the air
–
Where will it land
–
Anywhere but OZ
–
For this dreaming girl
There is no magic
–
Flying monkeys
And witches
Would be a pleasure ride
–
She will not land
In the Emerald Isle
–
No, this Dorothy
Will not land at all
–
The twister has found
Its prize
To keep
Seduce me
With your eyes
Tantalize me
With your words
Push me
To the edge
And hold me there
It’s almost done
Little me
Go hide away
Don’t let them see
It’s ending soon
Just close your eyes
So you won’t see
Those awful lies
You tell yourself
It’s for the best
Just one more time
Just one long rest
It’s over now
Just go to sleep
When you wake…
The canvas sat bare
As I could not get
My shattering heart to pose
A touch
Fervid and igniting
•
A body of straw
Scorched
•
Words
Malicious and annihilating
•
A heart of ice
Vaporized
My angel
Locked in a cage
Devil’s comin’
Beware his rage
He’ll steal your
Celestial glow
Pluck each wing
Each feather a blow
But the devil don’t know
What he can’t see
Love surrounds
The angel in thee
He’ll pummel
Till black & blue
But he will not take
Your hope from you
Little by little
Battered and bruised
Elements of her body
Her soul
Disappearing
*
Taken and tortured
By Man’s greed
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Gluttony and bloodshed
Seeping into her pores
Poisoning her
*
She lashes out
Inundated with tears
Wailing and quaking
The flames of her anger
Rage on
*
Man does not
Obey
Her decrees
Heed
Her roars
Her distemper propagates
*
Loss and starvation
Misery and death
Will consume man
*
Allowing her restoration
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