Do you ever think of me
Do you ever think of me?
Do you really care?
With every waking memory
I see your evil stare
You saw me as an object
Your needs you satisfied
Did you never look at me
And see a frightened child
When you went your merry way
Did it ever cross your mind
No longer in my presence
But scars were left behind
I am no more that frightened child
The one you said had lied and lied
Through life's journey I have grown
With loving children of my own
One day soon, you never know
In your life I might just show
You made me feel a loathing shame
All essential to your game
Your games over, mines just begun
You didn't destroy my sense of fun
So stay alert and keep your head
My game wont end until your DEAD
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skull-cap, staff and cross-bones
hello
we meet again, Monsignor, my friend
feeling well? feeling blessed?
has your parish passed the test?
when The Kingdom Comes
prepare to run
no good deed goes unpunished
when priced with greed
and souled to another mother
amen
i rather like this very much
i rather like this very much blanche! good job!
thank you tina, thank you
thank you tina, thank you very much, wonderful poem! so glad to see you are new here and that you are posting! keep it up! :)
i would like to include you in my book poetry, we need to talk :)