A Book of Poems

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~"Fear" is a thing in the dark~

“Fear” is a thing in the dark-

That is as shady as coal-

And echos eerily in the night-

It lasts forever-like the soul-

A silenced dove- in the underlit- dies-

Of dread of loving another-

In the inky night, hears a cry-

Never to be together-

I’ve felt it in the dusk of day-

And in the youngest age-

Yet, ne’er, such a fate-

It does trap thee in a cage.

~A Love Not Known: A Rondeau~

Since the day I first met you

I had a feeling you liked me too

It really wasn’t too hard to see

And when you confessed to me

My heart skipped beats in a row

I still do not understand where to go

A grown woman should not fall so...

Easily; and it is clear to see

This love is not known.

Take a step back and let the moon glow

Seeing you looking down at me laying below

My heart skips a beat when you say you love me

I love you and it is surely clear to see

Hiding ourselves from everyone, we must flow;

A love not known.

~Among the Broken~

sorrow has passed over us

mistakes have been made

we are all shattered pieces of glass

will we ever be able to be put back together?

 we are among the broken

our hearts torn apart and splattered on the ground

we shall never belong again 

we are among the broken

broken pieces of life

broken pieces of time, consumed by pain

breaking more as time goes

nothing will ever be the same

for we are among the broken

our hearts have been tortured,  murdered,

 and then cut to pieces, we won’t ever be one again

we are among the broken 

 souls split  and spirit taken from us

we try to find a place where we belong

but we only find hate and fear

will we always be alone?

this is why we are among the broken

broken pieces of what this world has become