Poetry That Speaks Of Love Lost 2

Bloody Avoidance

Hot and dripping in sweat I see sleep in his eyes.
Lost in a nightmare I seek to go inside.
Yet inside are images that haunt a life of lies.
To keep me from knowing, carefully he hides.

Until another spoke words of real pain.
The location where I would leave my sane mind.
The moment their blood began to fall like rain.
When I ran away from becoming one of their kind.

Murder keeps taking my soul on a path.
No clearing for ahead movement until cut away.
Forward nothing to believe in, behind my bloody wrath.
Stuck in nowhere alone, broke, this is all I have today.

written by Becky Jo Gibson 10/06 ©

This Chaotic Sieve

Life speaks loud of my spiraling sanity.
Out of control my mind creates illusions.
Time after time smashing a new calamity.
Taking hold of all I am adding to my confusion.

For freedom I run to no where.
For the safety of unworthy worms, not fit to live.
Baffled I am nearing a life with out care.
Morals fast passing through this chaotic sieve.

Straight down hill goes all the joy in my life.
Nothing special but the way I look.
I pray for a way out of this strife.
Wanting back the dignity finding them took.

I sit and stare at pictures of them dead.
My need for blood keeps me from going home.
Home my ass, mine is gone by his words, carefully fed.
Knowing what I know, I aimlessly roam.

Written by Becky Jo Gibson 10/06 ©