---

she

is
defunct
mother of a
strange changeling

she

nurses it upon
her own heart
arterial blood
of deepest crimson
while It
bites the ******

she

accepts her fate
and allows it to feed
until it is bloated
as a leach

she

allows this stillborn
to drain her soul till
there is no longer any

joy nor pain

love nor hate

peace nor fear

lust nor frigidity


she

has named
her child

loneliness

and she

lets it
drain her
til
she
is

of suicide*

you have a voice
inside your head
"you are worthless"
it has said
you have a life
but sleep instead
all is black and blue and red
you have a life
your daily bread
and yet you wish
that you were dead

he/she has left you
they won't atone
it has cut you to the bone
you sit by your telephone
a prince, you sit a pauper's throne
death bewitches
the sighs make moans
you listen to the laughing crone
your grave is piled up with stones

now you truly are alone

you are young
with angst to spare
parents/ teachers in your hair
your bedroom becomes your lair
no peers or siblings haunt you there
all alone... it isn't fair
the sharp edges **** you
you're aware
but they lure due to despair

but you are not beyond repair!


i just want for you to know
your Creator loves you so
my poem's not a circus show
i have lived through some trials, woe
He's helped me when I was low

He made you... *so don't let go!