Look Out, Beware
Just a little cautionary note: This poem may be
TRIGGERY for some. Keep yourself safe
and please don't read it if you think it'll badly affect you. Take
Care, xxx R
What do I see? Crazy distortions, mental contorsions.
Ask "why me?" Why am the only one who can see?
See the evil, see it play. It lives in my head every day.
Watch my step lookout, beware.
Why must people whisper and stare?
But who am I? What is my purpose? I look like a clown out of a circus.
Jump through the hoops and do it well or I'll end up in a prison
cell.
I see madness, how it comes about. I could stand in the street and
shout it
out. But that’s not right, that’s not good. God how
it feels to be misunderstood.
You'd lock me up.
You’d be in my brain.
Then you’d drive me completely insane.
So laugh at me if you must. But I’d rather go back to bloody
dust.
So I can't see, so I can't hear all the fun you make of me.
But really you’re just another statistic, certainly not I
who has always
existed. Never been born, never to die. We’ll live in heaven
the devil and I.
But now they capture me in mind, what is it they want to find?
Do I hold the answers?
Am I the key?
Stop it now you’re scaring me.
They stalk me in my sleep at night, they steal my breath away. To
my head they
hold a gun to blow my brains away.
But you can lay me to rest.
You can put me to sleep,
you can dig my grave and dig it deep.
But deathless and timeless I shall go on. On and on until it's all
gone.
Into oblivion, eternal peace.
And only then will this torture cease.
Ilona Burke
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Runaway
Frozen in time on the hard shards of a winters night,
Yielding to the darkness she trembles and dreams of
A long forgotten sunrise.
If she would simply unlock her heart
She might catch sight of what lies ahead
And realize she needs help.
There’s so much she doesn’t understand
About life - that she just can’t take it all in.
Innocents faded, the night he crept into her room
She’ll never forgive him,
Never go home again.
Mirror images are resentful, frozen
Into shop doorways and window displays.
She begs strangers for pennies
And pleads with God to set her free,
As she showers the world with blame.
Vicky Stevens
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