(the **** of a fellow poet of mine...)


I imagine

I was there

helplessly

hoping.


As your

head  bangs

off the

wall,


and your

clothes and

boots are torn

from your body.,


like a

angry child

playing with

a RaggedyAnn

doll.


all the

while I

watch your

shadow struggling

with all

it's might.


for freedom

for salvation

in a stupid

rag doll

kind of way.


but I know

hate  and

destruction

when I see it,


it is a sore

that won't heal,


a maggot that

won't stop

eating,


there down

deep in your

chest,


right next to

broken childhood

memories but

then just

a little left

of broken hearts,


you would

rather forget..


life punched

you right

in the face

and then It

wouldn't get

back off

of you.


and though

tonight

you still

smile your

bubble gum

smile a bit,


and wave

your hand

like a angel

through

your hair.


but the

black truth is

hate has

taken it's

bite.


and it's

teeth were

true and

sharp and

afterward

drenched in

crimson red.


and now

unfortunately

you understand

far too well,


that  forever

means something

different to

each of us.