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Nowhere to run
Nowhere to hide
Can’t take this anymore
Curl up here and cry.
Someone, anyone help me
Take away the pain
You don’t see it
But it’s there.
Please help me.
I want to be open
I want to be free
I want these chains broken
I want to be me.
Soul tells me to sing
My heart says to soar
Afraid to do either
So I close the door.
And lock myself away
Eyes blinded seeing no light
Mind says don’t speak up
I cannot fight.
Deep down in the fiery pits of hell
war has started if you couldn’t tell.
The burning souls are screaming,
the demons eyes are gleaming,
they kneel down before the devils throne.
He’s the one of power, giving the commands,
for each he has the devious of plans.
The red hot flames are prancing,
as the devil starts dancing,
he’s scorching each man’s bones.
Seeing darkness when you look in his eyes,
collecting cruel spirits each time one dies.
High above the dark angels now flying,
all the damned begin crying,
in one piercing echoing moan.
S.A.B. 2002
You live in your head
this world all your own.
Where you create
beauty out of misery.
I too have a world
all my own.
Where I create nothing
for fear of imperfection.
You dream beyond
the norm of dreams.
Of fortune and fame
things your soul craves.
I dream simple
family, children, love.
For I have spent to long
living in my head.
S.A.B. Written 2011
Choosing damaged goods, for I am broken. Seeking my own kind, flawed, unpolished beaten down by circumstance. Deserving better my weakness choosing, finding comfort in instability.
Love poems amateur to most.
Passé, all been done, wasted paper and ink.
Poetry is emotion meant to invoke feelings, all kinds.
No cutting away slices of the emotional pie.
All pieces are a necessity, to being human.
Amateur is not, passionate love.
