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Amy Childers Mar 2019
We were connected to each other once.
A red string connected our hearts
and passions.
Your love filled me like a balloon
With helium and I felt so light and boundless.

"Why did you cut the string that brought us together?"

". . . because I love you . . ."
Amy Childers Mar 2019
Screaming faces and walking mannequins.
They are no longer my parents but concrete walls.
-"You told me to work more hours ******!"
-"Why do you always work over. I wanted to spend time with you!"

Murmured words and uttered curses.
I have never seen inanimate objects show so much emotion.
Black and red walls with no portraits has never seemed so appealing.
Escape while you still can they whispered to me.

"How can I leave when I have nowhere to go?"
Amy Childers Mar 2019
Pressed flowers in books of lore and
Dead poems lying on the floor.
Small journals of what could have been and
Dolls with button eyes and dimpled chins.
Unfulfilled art of the child's grin and
Dusty love and its unjust end.
Just looked through my bookshelf and this is what I found.
Amy Childers Mar 2019
Fireflies in a jar . . .
                         Camping by the fire . . .
Looking at the stars . . .
                          For all the world to admire . . .

All things found in nature
Are being destroyed for mans greed.
We believe that we own this world
But truly it belongs to me.
Amy Childers Mar 2019
Two roads . . .
One side is light and the other
                                               is dark.

You, the reader, would naturally assume
That I chose the light path
Because the light exposes secrets and deception.
                                          
                                                But I am being guided by a fox . . .

He told me to go down the dark path
                                               And being me I was gullible and went with him.
Amy Childers Mar 2019
D a r k . . .
           C o l d . . .
                      H a
                            n g
                                 i n g  T r e e . . .
                                           P
                                           l
                                           e
                                           a
                                           s
                                           e
               Help Me. . .        
                                                      Get Her Free . . .
Dark... Cold... Hanging Tree... Please Help Me... Get Her Free...
Amy Childers Mar 2019
Loss never loses itself in your mind.
More or less it sleeps
Until one day it wakes up
With the most annoying alarm clock in the world.
    Zzz...
                            z...
                z...
                            z...

BLA-RING BLA-RING!!!
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