Monday, December 21, 2009


I hate it when I feel this way. I always hope it will not return, but here I go again. Repost from 2006


You have all contributed to my demise.

When you took my love and returned no heart
you contributed.

When you turned on me and spewed me with your hate.
you contributed.

When you falsely accused me of what I would never conceive
you contributed.

When you used your children and threw them up
you contributed.

What you left behind is a fractured shell.

I attempt to rebound , to lift up my head.

Just empty eyes remain. The spirit is dead.


1 comment:

chiefbiscuit said...

Oooh! This is a painful poem my dear! Thanks for sharing it. It is very raw , very strong, very truthful.