Wednesday, August 15, 2007


Poem two out of 30!

Perfect bliss lies on lovers tongues who are unwilling to do or say anything to make it right by your laws.
Shall he be punished and rightfully so, for has he not sinned against you, his fellow man his lover, scorned betrayed a mad woman, a shell, an excuse for a human.
She unlike any other will turn his advances away and make him pay and hurt the way she has paid and hurt for too long.
I say I shall scream it from the tops of houses that I am free and bare and lonely and I have been taken hostage and for granted.
But I can rise out of his self proclaimed black hole of misery and set fire to all the world and all the world will know my name and fear and wonder in it's sound.

Oh and obviously © Me Beth Detloff

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