I wail and scream and cry
my fists pounding against His chest
in rhythm with the nails in His hands
“Why. Why. I don’t understand”

My heart is breaking
My skin is sweating
My body is shaking
My fists are pounding

I am broken
I am angry



I feel Him start to move.
I see His hand reach out
and I prepare to be slapped.

But He moves some hair
that had fallen in my eyes
behind my ear.

He wraps His arms tightly around me.
Never letting go.

My pounding slows.
My shaking fades.

And I look up in shock
as I feel a teardrop on my nose.
I see water pouring from His eyes
as He weeps over my pain.




*My heart begins to mend.

As I've seen
In this world, which I'm just passing through;
Men with closed fist's, hitting other men with closed fist's.........
As tis they start war's,
That never end........

Not realizing in their moment of closed fist's.....................



That love is the answer..........



©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry

Beat me
I'd rather you beat me with your fists
Than talk at me with cursed sentences
Because your punches would'nt hurt nearly as much
As the pain you've caused with those words

Little bear* eyes OPEN
Little bear everything SEEN
Little bear held so TIGHT
Little bear keeping me SAFE
Little bear my only FRIEND
Little bear shares BRUISES
Little bear held up PROTECT
Little bear thrown ASIDE
Little bear  "HELP ME"
Little bear witnesses TEARS
Little bear sees EVERYTHING
Little bear now buried with ME
Little bear I wish you could have *helped me.

Please, take your best guess
Palm readers have *tried and failed
cause my fists are clenched

© Matthew Harlovic