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Natasha Meyer Sep 2014
Darkness
It haunts me
Talons from the past
Drawing me
deeper in
Lost in the caverns
of my own dark secrets
while your lies suffocate me
In a bottomless pit
of tar and decay
I let go of the life line
and sink further away
Natasha Meyer Sep 2014
The ****** of a lullaby
a melodic soft
and gentle sigh
an expectant heart
where faith flies high
Only to watch
As the infant dies
Through death I'm hushed
My soul is crushed
Never a breath
Not even a cry
Never did you hear
Mommy's lullaby
Or see me smile
In no time at all
My little angel
Took flight
Into the light.
Dedicated to Little Duncan - Still Born 02 March 2011
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mpPrIlKFm80
Natasha Meyer Sep 2014
Crowds
       Music
             boys and girls

Dancing
        Shouting
                guitars and drums

One Direction
         Forward
                Don't look back

Live
      Love
             Sing!
Natasha Meyer Sep 2014
You say you love me
Yet you do not help me
You say you brag about me
Yet you never support me
You say you'll be lost without me
Yet you do not care how you treat me
You say you hate to see me cry
Yet you do not care to hurt me
Promises are like dusty cobwebs
In a deserted house
Nothing but dirt.
Natasha Meyer Sep 2014
On a heap of ashes
       a mother sits
               tearing at her clothes
                         as life's demands tear at her soul

On a heap of *******
       a mother makes her bed
                breathing in the stale air
                         as the darkness consumes her soul

On a heap of decay
       a mother sits and cries
                salt stained cheeks and bruised lips
                        as she watches her children pass her by

On a heap of mined soil
        a mother sits and contemplates
                the suffering and sacrifice, she willingly had made
                        the precious stones, the gold and diamonds

Nothing but natural resources - depleted.
Natasha Meyer Sep 2014
When I started feeding the dogs
Did one of you ask "Can I help?"
When I started cleaning the house
Did one of you ask "Can I help?"
When I started doing the Laundry
Did one of you ask "Can I help?"
When I started making supper
Did one of you ask "Can I help?"
When I went to do the Groceries
Did one of you ask "Can I help?"
When I started to slowly die
Did one of you ask "Can I help?"
When I died
All of you jumped in "Can we help?"
But it was too late - to help.
Natasha Meyer Sep 2014
The pendulum of time
Ticks from side to side
Heavily weighted down
Drawing into gravity
Where has time gone?
Where did we go?
How did I lose you?
How did you disappear?
Time… the only thing we have
Yet time… the only thing that can pass.
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