My Poetry
Everyday
Every day when I awake, my beatiful daughter I would
love to see, but it is not to be.
Oh, woe what a horrible life for me to hear her screams
and feel her terror and her pain as he murdered all the
wonderful things she was to be.
Her beatiful child we would have all adored will never
be because an evil monster was a little bored, so her
very life is gone away and I will be filled with sorrow
until my dying day.
I just miss her so much in every
little way.
Oh God how I hope he will pay, for hell is
where he should have been all along...
Just that he was
born is terriblly wrong.
What kind of mother could it be that raised a monster
as horrible as he?
Surely she could feel such evil in her womb.
I am suprised
we didn't all feel a sort of doom!!!!
Screaming wild horses
It's an unbearable pain,
a herd of wild horses
thundering, crashing, galloping thru my brain.
I jump on their backs; they hurdle me toward this
never ending pain
They throw dust to cloud my vision like a veil of
tears cascading thru my mind
They rush me thru a darkness where there'll never be
any peace for me to find
They throw back their heads screaming with me, holding
on to sanity, trying to be free.
But their black eyes reflect a vision that will haunt
me for eternity!
The Spiral
It's a black tunnel, an endless spiral of emptiness with
no end that I can see.
It winds thru rocks of horror, a place my mind should
not be.
It slams around and dances to a pain deep inside of me.
It's a blindness that's so dark and empty it's something
only I am seeing.
It's a mindless black lonesome pain of rock and stone
It's a spiral that twists inside of me to leave me
completly alone!
Memories
It's the memories that twist around and torture my brain.
It's the memories that cause me all this searing pain.
It's the memories that won't ever let me be free.
It's the memories of an innocence stolen forever from me.
Memories that were once beatiful pictures in my mind,
Memories that are now horrible and unkind.
Memories of a love you get only once in your life,
Memories of what was stolen rips at your heart
like a knife.
