#paulinemorris
It was a cart once made for shopping
Now lost and long forgoten
It was a cart once silver and shiny
Now old, disgusting and grimy
She found it there in an unused lot
It was exactly what she had sought
In it she placed her worldly belongings
Including her hopes, her dreams, and longings
She took it with her wherever she went
Hours organizing it where spent
Not one thing about that cart was inept
She knew every scrap of paper, and were it was kept
There was room for her clothes, she had very few
Far less than anyone knew
A spot for the table scraps she managed to find
Who knew you could live on less than a dime
But there in the middle you'll find two old tattered tins
Her most prized possessions where tucked safely within
One tin was for the past and things that are no more
With child like eyes, she'd peek in and explore
For both Joy and Sorrow are contained inside
Amongst the Polaroids of life, a lock of child's hair did reside
The other was for her hopes and dreams
They carried her on, when there seemed to be no means
Even when all the dreams eventually explode and collide
Hope will still be standing strong by her side
Her life as it is now, out here on the streets
Was unexpected, not planned......the memory repeats
A bright sunny day
Soaking up the sun's rays
Both out by their pool
Him sitting at the bar on a stool
But little boys sure do like to giggle
They squirm, and they wiggle
Her out stretched fingers grazed his shirt as he fell
Her screams of anguish no one could quail
As she held his limp body pleading for him to open his eyes
Screaming at the heavens..... WHY.... WHY.... WHY
Now on this block you can find her every day
Pushing that shopping cart as she limps and she sways
Come bare witness to the sad aftermath
One split second, changed a life's path
©Pauline Morris
Sep 10, 2020
Sep 10, 2020 at 5:18 PM UTC
Alone again, on the same furrowed land
Knees trembling to much to stand
I find my feet firmly planted in quicksand
I'm sinking yet AGAIN
There is no need to pretend
My situation is to much to comprehend
I'm tired of all the abuse
Forced into being a lonely recluse
I once again raise my flag of truce
This suffering is way to much to bear
So I let go, raise my hands into the air
To an uncaring entity, I offer my last prayer
I hear the last toll of the bell
As the tears in my eyes swell
Sinking into my own personal hell
I watch my life slowly dissipate
I listen to the last beat beneath my breastplate
I could no longer carry the weight
©Pauline Morris
Sep 10, 2020
Sep 10, 2020 at 5:14 PM UTC
Locked up tight in a lover's cage
Easy target for all his rage
Lies being continually fed
I love you was said
Caught in his web
Sweetly tainted words he continued to weave
How was I ever that ****** naive
Blindly continuing to believe
Moved far from home and friends, freedom firmly suppressed
Long sleepless nights and days of no rest
As his crazy obsessions slowly manifest
Walking on eggshells till the next rampage
Locked up tight in an iron cage
Easy prey for all his rage
Never really knowing why or when the next attack
One word taken wrong, my jaw he would jack
Kept constantly pregnant, so I couldn't fight back
I realize from the outside looking in it's hard to construe
People say leave, but they haven't the slightest clue
But here on the inside, he means every death threat that's spewed
They just don't know that type of griping fear
Of keeping your children safe and near
While trying to hide all the violence from their eyes and ears
What if I left, tried to break free
Would he **** me, like he promised with glee
Would the kids survive, there's no guarantee
I know if he raised them, they would surely be twisted
As adults would they follow in his steps, also be addicted
I fear their view of love would grow so sadistic
I was determined to get my kids out of his hellish cage alive
One day my opportunity did faithfully arrive
Leaving him to rot in his own putrid cell, while watching us thrive
NEVER AGAIN
Will I be locked up in a lover's cage
NEVER AGAIN
Will I be an easy target for rage
©Pauline Morris
Sep 10, 2020
Sep 10, 2020 at 5:10 PM UTC
The wind will blow, the chimes will dance
Be you in the throws of grief, or great romance
Our feelings, nothing but a victim of circumstance
©Pauline Russell
May 23, 2020
May 23, 2020 at 12:37 PM UTC
I see the tears welling up in his eyes
As he sets there, with a heavy sigh
These thoughts on his mind heavily weigh
Under his breath I could hear him say
"I'm getting so very forgetful"
"I'm looking so **** pitiful"
He turned 87 a week ago
His age is starting to show
He feels deaths grip closing in
His skin is paper thin
He's always cold even in the sweltering heat of summer
His hearing is almost gone, it's all just mummers
He talks of how his legs don't work so well any more
The act of getting up is such a chore
He has taken to cussing like a sailor
But reads the bible, getting ready to meet his creator
"Growing old in not for the weak or faint of heart
This growing old **** is hard"
©Pauline Morris
Sep 15, 2019
Sep 15, 2019 at 1:47 PM UTC
Like a fish without water, a bird without a sky
Standing on the shores of deception, wondering why
With my head in the clouds, flying so high
Drowning in reality lie after lie
Now I was smart enough to know a shark is a shark and a snake is a snake
That some people really are nothing more than fake
Despite the warnings, the signs, and the voices that raged
Willingly I flew in, to be locked up and caged
I just wanted so badly to believe in the notes of that song
I wanted to be protected, to be loved and to belong
When friendship and love is the weapon of choice
It's not only the heart but the whole being it destroys
©Pauline Morris
Jun 3, 2019
Jun 3, 2019 at 5:17 PM UTC
Close to death
A finale breath
Reaper's touch
A finale hush
Pain dissipates
In loved one's eyes reinstates
Mar 27, 2019
Mar 27, 2019 at 12:28 PM UTC
The rain it pitter patters
Against my window splatters
And the only thing that really matters
Is your not here with me
It's like the sky could see
And started crying so soft and slowly
©Pauline Russell
Feb 24, 2019
Feb 24, 2019 at 1:05 PM UTC
The walking dead in the land of the living
Soulless eyes and hearts unforgiving
They seek to destroy
******* out your joy
Shatter your skull
Make your mind dull
Rip out your heart
That's just the start
Dead set eyes
You'll never relize
Till it's to late
Your heart they ate
Breathing remains
Nothing else the same
Now hollow of feeling
Soul was sent reeling
Some don't know
Out of them life flowed
We're all missing parts
Mostly the heart
Also gray matter
Obscenities spatter
Growing in number
Pillage and plunder
All must be fed
Living in the land of the dead..
©Pauline Morris
Feb 2, 2019
Feb 2, 2019 at 10:08 PM UTC
I never was warned
Now I'm stuck on the horns
I'm burning in the fire
Stuck in the mire
Each choice will pierce
This decision is fierce
This situation is dire
My brain is going haywire
It's about to expire
What an awful quagmire
The universe against me is conspiring
With all it guns locked and loaded, it's firing
It's aiming straight at my heart, my head
I swear it wants me dead
Such an enigma
On the horns of a dilemma
©Pauline Russell
Jan 21, 2019
Jan 21, 2019 at 10:09 PM UTC
One loose Pebble could send me plummeting
And I feel an earthquake coming
Jan 20, 2019
Jan 20, 2019 at 7:41 PM UTC
Besides the screams and panic
Besides people becoming manic
Was the most haunting of sounds, ever to be heard
Surreal and hysterically absurd
As loved ones try to leave nothing unsaid
Was the continuously ringing cellphones of the dead
©Pauline Russell
Jan 20, 2019
Jan 20, 2019 at 6:52 PM UTC
She left on that Desert highway
Running at top speed
She didn't stop for days
She wanted to end the bleed
Took a few left turns
She found herself lost
She had watched it all burn
Her soul had paid the cost
Her wildness enthralling
As in darkness she was drown
Storms of memories falling
Screaming silence the sound
Do not try to follow
Disappearing into herself, leaving only a blur
She'd taken all she could swallow
With this life she never did concur
©Pauline Russell
Jan 20, 2019
Jan 20, 2019 at 6:30 PM UTC