She lays broken again
with word of another lost friend
the Devil had become too strong
even though her friend gave their all

She wonders what will become of her
if she continues down the path she deserves
will she meet the Devil’s smile
or be allowed to stay a while

If she does arrive alone
will she regret the path she chose
or will she feel like she is free
inside of the Devil’s scream

Dear Grandma

I dreamed of you last night.
You were right there
Talking to me about decorations
and how the turkey wasn’t right.
I heard your voice
it was the same as it’d always been
my only regret is that I didn’t reach out
and hug you, holding on as long as I could.

I wish you were all that was in my dream.
The rest of it has me angry
because there were people causing such ruckus
and they just didn’t understand and wouldn’t leave us be.

When I woke from my dream
of course you were gone.
And so was your voice from my head.
I wished only to cry but the tears are stuck behind this wall I’ve built.
So I dialed your phone
to listen to you voice message.
You’re so sweet, wishing God to bless all.

Oh Grandma what I’d give
for one more hug from you.
Even if it’s in a dream, I long for your embrace.
So I set my alarm back a bit
wondering how late I’ll be.
Trying to go back
and see you in my dream.

If I keep holding out
will your presence come through?
It’s been so long
yet I still remain true
I’ve been wishing out the days
for you, to come back

I have planned out
every word I’d say to you
but I’m afraid
you’ve turned too cold and blue
I’ve been wishing out the days
but I’ve lost you anyway
Oh wherever you are
please, come back

These long days, seem to drone on
Every night, I keep waiting for
the possibility to talk to you in my dreams
sometimes you’re there but you’re mad at me
come the morning I wish to bring you back to me
But it’ll be ok

If I don’t fall apart
I hope my memories stay clear
I know you had to go
but I wish you to stay here
So from wherever you are
won’t you, come back

When I open, emotion spills
so much coming through my quill
yet nobody seems to understand
unless the lives it first hand

When I open, truth comes out
I yell, I scream, and I shout
still nobody understands
because I’m the one who lived it first hand

When I open, I feel vulnerable
spilling out to others all that’s raw
but I’m still not understood
putting on these pages, my childhood

When I open, I wish to be heard
I promise that these words aren’t slurred
and yet I’m not understood
would you hear me if you could?

Twisting and churning
the thoughts in my head,
swirling faster now
I’m afraid I’ll end up dead.
Faster and faster
they keep spinning round,
like a giant twister
about to touch the ground.
Once it makes landfall
the havoc that it wrecks,
I can fee the pain
extend into my neck.
Racing thoughts are
chasing after me,
maybe one day
I can be free.

What’s the point of writing this
nobody seems to care
I could spike my soul right now
but nobody would be there

My work is short and childish
there is no depth you’d say
but you can’t see the tears
that have dried on this page

I only wish to heal these wounds
and know someone can relate
I’m so tired of being full
of sadness, anxiety and hate

So if you happen across my words
and you’re also feeing blue
just know you’re not alone
I feel the darkness too

Waken up again
from a nightmare of sin
can’t shake these feelings that you bring
or the evil song you sing
trying so hard to heal
but I’m wrapped up in the Devil’s deal

Sleeping so peacefully
with happy dreams I do believe
every breath is calm and pure
dreaming of happiness I’m sure
you’ve already paid your dues
now your dreams are peaceful and true