I try to search but all I find
Is only what I want to see.
Dark corners hide inside my mind;
Shadows shade my memory.
I still remember the numbing pain
And all of the stinging tears
That fell more often then the rain
Throughout my tender years.
Recalling why remains hazy.
How did I come to know such pain?
Those shadows are what drives me crazy...
Yet they are what keeps me sane.
Yvonne Denise Springer
Copyright ©2002 Yvonne Denise Springer
Mar 23, 2019
Mar 23, 2019 at 9:46 PM UTC
Brassy odor.
Metallic taste.
Warms my flesh;
Stains my face.
Pouring raindrops.
Clouded grey eyes.
Liquid fire;
Strength disguised.
Rivers unite.
Blood touches tear.
Crimson red;
Crystal clear.
Mixing the two
Red dye and salt
Gives more force;
Adds more fault.
Twin colors bleed
Stinging my face.
Salted wounds;
Pain displaced.
Yvonne Denise Springer
Copyright ©2002 Yvonne Denise Springer
Mar 23, 2019
Mar 23, 2019 at 7:19 PM UTC
My Conscience takes all my mistakes
And hurls them in my face
So I relive each negative
And demeaning disgrace
With clarity, severity,
And overwhelming shame.
Day after day It does convey
Just who I have to blame.
I find no peace, my mind wont cease,
I’m constantly harassed;
My mind wallows within the throes
Of dredging up my past
So for support I find comfort
In Spirits so divine
And I believe in Their reprieve-
As warmth and bliss combine.
These Single Malts drown all my faults
I count them one by one
Watching each pass through a raised glass
My Aspersorium-
But mine contains Heavenly Flames
Which sear into my soul
I’ve come to Praise this intense blaze
Which makes me lose control.
It does submerge the morbid urge
To find a swift release
And be content with permanent
And everlasting peace.
But my meekness is a weakness-
A flaw which guarantees
A gilded hell where I can dwell
Toasting bad memories.
Yvonne Denise Springer
Copyright ©2005 Yvonne Denise Springer
Mar 23, 2019
Mar 23, 2019 at 2:56 PM UTC