Night Fell

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Night Fell

Forgotten Love

Prisoner

Demons

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Night fell.

Which way do I go?

I can't see.

Feeling around for something familiar but it wasn't there.

The smell.

Bark and dried leaves.

I walked slowly thru the trees my hands stretched out in front of me.

Not knowing where I was fear started to overcome me.

I could hear each step cracking and crunching loud in my ears.

Eardrums vibrating.

Causing me pain.

I stopped.

I sat down.

Not knowing what to do

I curled up like a hedgehog wishing someone would find me.

Hours passed or maybe it was days.

I heard a noise.

I lifted my head.

A sparkling diamond in the distance moving like a falling

star over and over coming closer.

I was afraid.

I remained still.

The noise.

Steps hitting the ground.

Getting louder.

The light came closer.

The noise was deafening.

I put my hands over my ears.

The light reflected off the trees and ground moving swiftly

back and forth

up and down.

And then I felt it.

Something warm touched me.

I looked up afraid of what I might see.

It was you.

I didn't know you.

Was I safe?

You picked me up.

Your arms strong holding me close

I felt your heart beating softly in rhythm with mine.

I searched your eyes and saw compassion.

You gave me warmth, light, love.

Something I needed to survive.

From the darkness.

From the fear.

From the pain.

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Forgotten love

There was once a feeling I can’t forget

It came from beyond the clouds above.

It was long ago when we first met.

But now it is just a forgotten love.

I thought it would last forever

But now I’m lying on the bed alone

Thinking about how the strings got severed

And everything inside just turned to stone

It’s all just a memory in the past

It just flew away one day like a dove

They all said it would never last

So now it is just a forgotten love.

12-6-98

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Prisoner

A prisoner, trapped in my own mind

the walls are made of brick

there is no way out of it

Don’t open the wooden door

it may look pretty on the outside

but you don’t want to let out the prisoner

There is too much pain and fear

it will over flow everywhere and

there isn’t enough room to contain it.

Plus I’m holding the key

and I don’t want the hurt to

ever come out or it will be the end.

The prisoner can stay there

deep within my soul

never to be released to hurt me.

Forget the prisoner

toss the key into a pit of fire

to be consumed over and over

So the prisoner can die

and never return to hurt

me or anyone again

Jan 8, 1999

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Demons

I'm battling demons

In my car

The pain is too much to bear

I fight them everyday

With tears rolling down my face

I feel so alone

I want someone to help me

But no one can understand

So I battle the demons alone

I promise to protect you treasure

I take out my shield and sword

I try the best I can to protect you

But the demons are digging deeply

Into my soul and heart

Ripping every bit of me apart

I lift up my sword to defend you

But everyday it gets harder

I wish I could find someone

That could take away the pain

But there is no one

I must fight this alone

Like I have all my life

I will protect you treasure

You are all I have

9-28-99

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