Madness, Mayhem, Empowerment!
Merciless madness of the maniacal kindMarches over this miniscule brain
Markings left, like a dog's urine
But, there's no one else to blame
Only the souls of those who linger
Inside the doors without knobs
Locked up in torment's accusations
Its' me,
A
Shish kabob
You are the one that turns the spit
While the fire rages below
You skewered me there
Then you pulled me apart
You're the one who dismembered
Me,
Hell, yes, I remember
Each piece as it fell
I remember it well.
A surgeon of a sordid kind
Jerking and pulling in the blind
You do your work
Never looking behind
While I lie here
Like the scarecrow
Without any straw
You pulled me apart
And left me
Alone
To
Fall
You took what you wanted
And passed the rest
As dog defecation on
What once was Holy ground
Your vilest attempt to destroy
Left only what was to be found
By a young man
Who showed some care
With a tender heart,
Soft-spoken words
Willed me to escape
From your hellacious
Lair
He was the one that held the key
That set this pitiful prisoner free
For you were the vilest of jailers
Who loved to watch and stare
While I died behind your shame
He set this captive free
From
Damnation's
Tyranny
I set sail out from those awful names
Of bitch, whore, slut,
And more
Because he saved me
I am free to sail
To distant shores
Of peaceful rest
Where this woman breathes
And lives her best
She is free at last
To calmly tell you
To kiss
her
sweet
loving
Ass
Kathy Lockhart
8/23/06
Poetry by Kathy Lockhart
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Written on 2006-08-24 at 02:52
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