For a woman from Hell

A soft sympathetic voice
cries

Please,
don’t forget
what I was,

a child of love.

Please don’t
let go
of my heart.

Please,
be kind
and kindle
the hearth fire
of compassion.

Please don’t run
when I need you
to stay.

Please,
oh please
don’t
forget me.

The gentle voice
slips away
as the barer
stares coldly
into a blank face.

It is a dark mirror
that marks his change.

If the universe begs
will you lay down

with me
and hold

as if
love

as if
passion

as if
future

held sunshine
little rain

as if
you

as if
me

as if
all doesn't run down

n e way
as if

who doesn't love
entropy

yeah


copyright@2018 Dennis Willis

I'm a bit dangerous when I smile
you always look away when I say the truth

thinking I'm not talking about you

I'm feeling upside down

whispering
the young are loved

I'm a little lonely
I'm feeling lovely

playing mind games
you smoke and drink
I follow your footsteps

having a little fun

whispering
the young are loved

now you love me so much
send me hugs and kisses

I can't hear the rainfall
my eyes are getting smaller

I'm feeling so young

you make me 21

following your steps
we only fall deeper

this darkness never ends
holding hands

send me hugs and kisses
there's magic in your kind of fun
a spell I'm under

when I fall back into reality
I'm reminded it's a curse

A journal entry from January 19, 2010:

“...I said no and that it hurts too much. He didn’t care. He put all of his weight onto me and forced himself into me. I began to yell in pain, but He shoved my face into a pillow. I wanted to scream, cry—ANYTHING! I couldn’t breathe.”
After that, I’d take cold showers and cry myself to sleep. I couldn’t help but feel like this was my fault. Was I some kind of target? Did I deserve it like he told me I did? I needed answers.

If I die in a school shooting
I'll never go home again.
My room will sit unused,
A capsule frozen in time,
A snapshot of how I was.

If I die in a school shooting
I'll never see my dog again.
She will sit at the front door
Waiting for me and wondering,
Why I never came home.

If I die in a school shooting
I'll never graduate from high school.
My yearbooks will sit stacked
Stopped short of their goal,
Missing years that should have been.

If I die in a school shooting
I'll never see my mom again.
She will sit distraught,
Planning a funeral
For a child taken from her.

If I die in a school shooting
I'll never see my friends again.
They'll sit together, missing me.
One empty seat among them,
A constant reminder of their loss.

If I die in a school shooting
I'll never see my little sister again.
She will sit through high school
Knowing I can't guide her through,
That she has to figure it out alone.

If I die in a school shooting
My school will be stained.
Pools of students lives will sit,
Blood tattoos on the brick structures,
Marks of death ground into it.

If I die in a school shooting
Everyone will wear black.
They'll send their thoughts and prayers
To a town marred by death,
Forever to be the home of a shooting.

If I die in a school shooting
Will the world change?
Or will I become one of hundreds  
Of kids who have to die?
What will it take?

If things continue this way
Children will have to live in fear.
They'll look over their shoulders
Always worried and wondering,
If they'll die in a school shooting.