My Conscience takes all my mistakes
   And hurls them in my face
So I relive each negative
   And demeaning disgrace
With clarity, severity,
   And overwhelming shame.
Day after day It does convey
   Just who I have to blame.
I find no peace, my mind wont cease,
   I’m constantly harassed;
My mind wallows within the throes
   Of dredging up my past
So for support I find comfort
   In Spirits so divine
And I believe in Their reprieve-
   As warmth and bliss combine.
These Single Malts drown all my faults
   I count them one by one
Watching each pass through a raised glass
   My Aspersorium-
But mine contains Heavenly Flames
   Which sear into my soul
I’ve come to Praise this intense blaze
   Which makes me lose control.
It does submerge the morbid urge
   To find a swift release
And be content with permanent
   And everlasting peace.
But my meekness is a weakness-
   A flaw which guarantees
A gilded hell where I can dwell
   Toasting bad memories.

Yvonne Denise Springer
Copyright ©2005 Yvonne Denise Springer

I try to search but all I find
Is only what I want to see.
Dark corners hide inside my mind;
Shadows shade my memory.

I still remember the numbing pain
And all of the stinging tears
That fell more often then the rain
Throughout my tender years.

Recalling why remains hazy.
How did I come to know such pain?
Those shadows are what drives me crazy...
Yet they are what keeps me sane.


Yvonne Denise Springer
Copyright ©2002 Yvonne Denise Springer

Brassy odor.
Metallic taste.
Warms my flesh;
Stains my face.
  
Pouring raindrops.
Clouded grey eyes.
Liquid fire;
Strength disguised.
  
Rivers unite.
Blood touches tear.  
Crimson red;
Crystal clear.
  
Mixing the two
Red dye and salt
Gives more force;
Adds more fault.
  
Twin colors bleed
Stinging my face.
Salted wounds;
Pain displaced.
  
Yvonne Denise Springer
Copyright ©2002 Yvonne Denise Springer