M's Poetry
Dressed In Black
Dressed In Black
I wear this heart
bloodied across my sleeve
I say I don't care
but the fire is what got me here
I want to run
but my feet are like concrete
the pain is like a river
it runs so deep....
so many conversations
all one sided
the stab wounds
I found the knife
broken bits
when two strong will people collided
now the end is upon the stone
now the blackness
has claimed victory and won
and I curse
but they are just words
nothing right now
to make me feel better
nothing not even strong liquor
I sit aw
I taste loss
so sour in defeat
I tasted death
too frequently
and the days they say
will wear on
with clearer vision
once the grief is gone
but I lay down
so still haunted....
I sit away
on the street that never ends
I think about you
sometimes way too deeply
some say I shouldn't feel this way
from the inside
a lost child in the fray
from the outside so tough
always trying to prove I am good enough
and now with one sentence
all my resolve turns to dust
the black angel visits
no rest in peace
so much unsettled between us
now it's too late
anything good lost forever
as I prepare myself
to pick out your casket....
2006@ Megan Watkins
I wear this heart
bloodied across my sleeve
I say I don't care
but the fire is what got me here
I want to run
but my feet are like concrete
the pain is like a river
it runs so deep....
so many conversations
all one sided
the stab wounds
I found the knife
broken bits
when two strong will people collided
now the end is upon the stone
now the blackness
has claimed victory and won
and I curse
but they are just words
nothing right now
to make me feel better
nothing not even strong liquor
I sit aw
I taste loss
so sour in defeat
I tasted death
too frequently
and the days they say
will wear on
with clearer vision
once the grief is gone
but I lay down
so still haunted....
I sit away
on the street that never ends
I think about you
sometimes way too deeply
some say I shouldn't feel this way
from the inside
a lost child in the fray
from the outside so tough
always trying to prove I am good enough
and now with one sentence
all my resolve turns to dust
the black angel visits
no rest in peace
so much unsettled between us
now it's too late
anything good lost forever
as I prepare myself
to pick out your casket....
2006@ Megan Watkins
