She is all covered in blood.. Under her bed hidden She hid herself.. She ran from HIM. Mind closed Eyes wide Time to die.. Must hide Must hide No cover.. Evil finds her .. No help.. Only fright Something stolen on this night The gateway to her soul filled with fear.. Broken childhood despair Just a lost soul.. Who is to weep? For innocence taken.. Love forsaken She wants to live.. Yet hope... ....wants to die.. Dreams disappear.. within her clouded eyes. Clouded eyes that reflect tragedy and pain knowing there is no help.. In her world.. so insane She tries desperatly to remember her name.... She feels cold.. Emptiness in this storm of life.. No hope.. No sight.... Must fight.. This deep dark hole.. Iron grip has it's hold... Doesn't want to let her go.. So Cold So Alone So hard to feel alive.. Within the darkness of her clouded eyes The innocence of childhood finally died. .. ~ERICA
You As I TRASK Are Here For SPECIFIC REASON,i.e. No Matter YourPlight, Your Sons, Yourself Above All Else Carry On Which That You Do Write, Try Not To Look Back Only Those Good Memories, They Will Help Heal Strenghten your Soul, Relax Your Mind_
Believe It Or Not(Pain) We All Get To Meet Our Accusers In The Eye's Of (God)!There Is Redemption In Your Own Hands You Heal Your Plight,i.e. Even If It Mean's Wielding Saint Michaels Arc Angels Sword In Your Hand!!
You elicit the emotions that you sought. Well expressed. I think you mean "iron grip has its hold" rather than "it's" hold. Thank you for sharing this. Love and peace, Regis.
This book represents a thirty-day period of my poetry journal. Each poem addresses
the dominant thoughts occupying my mind during the early morning hours of a given
day.
Each person is but a grain of sand resting beside the sea. This thought sets the tone for Jill Eisnaugle’s latest poetry collection, Beside Still Waters.
The songs and art in this book are about our collective emergence after the pandemic and trauma of the last few years - comprised of 5 collections: World as Refuge, Where We Live, In Our Hands, Rhythms of Change and What We See & Sow.
Justin
A truly great piece.
Thank you
Robin
Tough poem.
Richard Vallance
Believe It Or Not(Pain) We All Get To Meet Our Accusers In The Eye's Of (God)!There Is Redemption In Your Own Hands You Heal Your Plight,i.e. Even If It Mean's Wielding Saint Michaels Arc Angels Sword In Your Hand!!
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Reindeer
I'm so thankful for your strength, Erica,you glow!