I’m Afraid
When I was molested, I was told:
“Don’t tell or
I will kill you and
No one will believe you anyway.”
I’m still afraid.
Roadblocks
A bowl of dirt
A cup of mud
A plate of sand
A fork in the road
A knife in my back
A spoonful of shit
The table is set
The game is rigged
Never
Never is here.
There will never be
Another chance to
Be there
Make a promise
Make it better
Ease the fears.
Endless
Another autumn
Many gone by
This one different
Seems more dire
Early wind warns
Cold from the north
Of trouble to come
In This Room
In this room
There’s no life at all.
I sit and wait
For my one phone call.
It’s cold and lonely.