I sit here alone in the darkness
Alone with my thoughts
In a few days Christmas
A happy time, a time of joy
But no Christmas now for twenty girls and boys
What madness has assaulted this now sad world?
Where a life can be taken so easily
Without any thought or care
Children, five six and seven
WHY, WHY, WHY?
Tell me now that there's a god
Tell me why he let it happen
No, I dont believe any more
The slaughter of the innocents
Has destroyed all I ever believed in
Animals ****, yes but just for food
But its only mans inhumanity to man
That can destroy so easily

My lingering lament
my stuttering sonnet
my book of bewilderment
has your name on it.

If I'm going to hell at least I'll meet the devil with a smiling face.
I'm not ashamed, disgraced nor will I try to plead my case.
I'll embrace my throne of fire and brimstone with the grace.
The cyclone of living mistakes I'll be shown will encase my soul.

Truth be told, I look forward to the torture.
My hands being torn asunder for the hearts I've plundered.
My tongue should get cut out because it's really a butcher.
My mind will lose its complexity because, really, that's the best of me
And I'll be babbling like the people on reality T.v.

A piece of me will be taken violently
and slowly I'll lose my serenity
Until I'm helplessly watching my insanity
destroy the lives of those I hold dearly
But don't pity me, I walked down this path willingly.

I find solace in accepting the malice.
It's sort of like walking through a dark forest;
at least I know there's darkness.
At least I know I'm hopeless
At least I know I'm honest
The silence of my screaming soul will leave Satan astonished.

Yes just being honest
I cant write poems in the way that most of you can
I'm pretty much self educated
so forgive the errors in punctuation and prose
I write as I see and feel,
nothing fancy.
My very first poem on this site (Tranquillity)
was written while sat on rocks overlooking the sea
That is how I write. No sitting down with capacious notes
and a week to make it sound right
No thats not my way, not what I do
I just write as the words fill my mind
Give me a subject, I'll give you the words
But please never mock what I write
I do my best in this wonderful place
Please understand what you've read