Men and women around the globe
Mothers, grandmothers and aunts
Fathers, grandfathers and uncles
All parents from all over the world
I have written this poem to state
Simple facts about children
That have been dismissed
With a wave of a hand
Or ignored with a turning of heads

Children sometimes need space
Don't tell them to socialise
All of the time
They need a break
Just to be on their own
They don't need to do things
All of the time
Sometimes they want to rest
Or to simply do nothing

Don't go at them about everything
Sometimes they can't help it
Things can be unpredictable
Like hurricanes or death
Help them when they need it
Not every time
They'll never know how to do it
All on their own otherwise

How do I know this?
I am a child
I was a child
I will always be a child
I know that you need space
That you need a break
That you need to have an escape
From the world sometimes

That's what writing does to you. It eats

your free time, and your soul it swallows

it whole, so that you don't get hurt

by flesh it breaks your bones with inspiration.

And, the feeling while I'm writing is this ecstasy

that controls my senses. I was meant for this,

ink tainted fingers, blank pages and this loneliness.

*Sandoval

You silent man of darkness
What have you done, what have you done
Floods of anxiety rolls onward like a waterfall
You silent man in the darkness
What are you doing, what are you doing
Held in an iron grip of pain,
My fingers
Dry as branches, you break
You silent man of darkness
What have you done, what have you done
From the darkness, malice laughs
You silent man in the darkness
What have I done, what have I done
Prays for my life
Please, stop, please stop
You silent man of darkness
My meetings with a, Shut the **** up
Takes better grip, dry branches breaks
Crying, screaming with pain
I throw up, I throw up
You silent man in the darkness
What have you done, what have you done
Twists me in pain, twisting me in pain
You silent man of darkness
Why?!  ....


kirkeuglen
Linda T