An old poem dedicated to a new friend

For Debbie - who, with tons of conviction, stepped up to the plate to read one of my poems with vigour, vitriol, a dramatic pointing finger and a license to get angry! Well held Debbie; loved your delivery!! x

Keeping the Peace

I was trying to do the right thing

That thing I thought would lead to peace

That thing I thought would make things right

All blame and responsibility

No life experience

No time for learning, only punishment

And that thing I thought would make things right, didn’t

Shouting, spit frothing, she’s on the war path

Vicious, angry, demonic

An evil glare to burn right through

This tender heart; this trusting heart

Can’t breathe, heart heavy

Daren’t approach, weight of fear’s immense

Hate zone of God’s curses, spitefully hurled

And scar tissue shrouds this infant heart

And that thing I thought would make things right, won’t

Trapped with madness

Safe ‘out’ eluding my small

Smashed, damaged, broken self

Still broken now

And that thing I thought would make things right, never did