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“When the End Time Comes”
My chest is open
My heart is bare
Red and raw
But you don’t care
You smash it
You beat it
You tear it apart
You don’t even notice
Just how much it’s scarred.
Each word that you say
Is a punch to the face
You don’t need your hands
To cause my red face
I am your partner, your lover, you say
But your actions cause nothing but sadness, dismay
Leave. Stay. No. I pray.
Never knowing the answer to that each day
What do I want? What do I do?
Can’t even decide if I’m afraid of you
I think I am, sometimes, ya know,
The pain you cause runs deep below
All of the nice things you’ve ever said
Can’t make up for when I’ve wished I was dead
Leave me. Quit waiting on me. Just go.
Then things would get better for me, ya know
Stop waiting on me to walk out the door.
I’m not going to do it. I’ll fall to this floor.
There’s no strength in me to just get up and leave
I just have to hope you will and believe
What is it you say about my beliefs?
That’s all that offers me a sense of relief.
Go. I’m tired. Please get out of here.
“Not ‘til you cross into hell, my dear.”
Written on July 11, 2018
“Dreamers”
Searching across the mountaintops,
Wondering what lingers out there,
Knowing life exists beyond those mounds of rock and stone,
The thoughts that they are so far from my home.
Reaching for the bright moon, it seems,
Staring into it with wild dreams,
Knowing man once stepped upon that perfect piece of bone,
All may as well be on the same dark road.
Heading for that lonely highway,
Stretching outward with open arms,
Knowing a new life may be just beyond that border,
An answer to all of the chaos and disorder.
Written on July 8, 2018
“Night Prowlers”
Placing my hand on the damp sidewalk,
Wet, gritty, rough,
Not able to talk,
Crawling with every bit of my strength,
Stretching to make another arm’s length,
Breathing heavy as I push with one leg,
Remembering how he had told me to beg.
Reaching farther, almost into the light,
Regretting I even had to be out tonight.
Pulling myself up at the old lamp post,
Shaken,
Scared,
Scarred,
Almost.
Needing to make it only two more hours,
Escaping the plots of the evil night prowlers.
Written on November 9, 2018
“Consumed by Death”
Peeking through my hands
I see you standing
over there.
I can not tell you
just how much, but
I’m really, really scared.
I want to hide underneath
my bed, but you will know
that I am there.
You will simply come to get me
and pull me out by
my black hair.
You are evil
manifested in an
awful human being,
who moves within
these walls of this
dilapidated dwelling.
You’re a devil
with his horns
turned inward
so no one can see
but you can’t hide
your evil ways
from the likes of me.
You can’t fool me with your
smiling face and hand
filled with green
I know your evil side.
You are more than
simply mean.
I crawl quickly and quietly
underneath my bed
I feel your claws
on my ankle
You yank so hard
I bump my head
I beg. I scream. I plead.
I don’t want to go there.
Don’t you see!
I would do
almost anything.
I feel the heat. I see
the fire. I hear the
hounds. I’m not
a liar!
Peeking through my hands,
I see you standing over me.
I can not tell you just how odd
You feel inside of me.
Written on March 1, 2019
“The Drowning”
Silently, I lurk inside
Trying to break free.
Desperately, I search my mind
Who is the real me?
I reach for her
And call her name.
She turns in fear
and runs away.
“Come out, my child,
You shall not be harmed.
The world is mild.
Do not be alarmed.”
But still she just does not come near.
Just drowns in all her falling tears.
Written on February 24, 1998
“Until I am Alone”
My loneliness not compared
My heart’s feelings suppressed
Interaction hides my heartbreak,
At least for a little while,
Until I am alone again
And seemingly without friends.
My broken heart not repaired
My mind’s severely stressed
Distractions conceal my heartache,
At least for the present
Until I am alone again
And seemingly without solutions.
My disappointment not recognized
My problem’s not addressed
Diversions prevent my heartlessness,
At least for the meantime,
Until I am alone again
And seemingly without amends.
Written on February 25, 1994
“The Darkness”
Inside the heart lives a darkness there.
It seeps out and even gives me a scare.
Sometimes, creepy and nervous and all fidgety
Wanting to grab you in your time of need.
Blacker and darker,
Not gray any longer.
Creepier and stronger,
Crying even harder.
The darkness surrounds me.
It’s everywhere!
It’s everywhere!
I cannot help it now but to feel scared!
I open my mouth wide to scream,
And quickly,
The darkness disappears
Back inside of me.
Written on September 21, 2018
“Touched by Grace”
Toss all my hurt, my pain, my fear,
into the abyss.
All of which brought about
by one simple kiss.
Release me from this empty shell
and set free my soul.
With the wave of Your hand,
my heart, my mind, made whole.
No more will I wallow in tears,
the burden is too much.
For by Your grace I am freed
by Your sovereign touch.
Written on February 27, 1998
“Bias”
It is the slightest difference you notice and feel about one who is otherwise equal to another.
It is the subconscious working during every conscious action.
It lingers under the surface in every major decision.
We try to overcome it by just being aware of its existence but to no avail.
We think we have beaten it when we make a decision only to find it reared its ugly head after all.
We hire someone setting it aside, but we find we treat them differently and just can’t help how we think or feel about them.
Yes, it knows it has its hold on us and keeps us underneath its fist.
To truly break free from its hold, one must build a relationship with it.
Written on July 24, 2018
“It”
It has no name
It has no face
It has no form
It loves a chase
You can try to run
You can try to hide
But It sees everywhere
And It knows everything
It comes for you
With only one intent
To scare from you
What life you have left
You are a sacrifice to It
Which has seen your inner abyss
The place where you hide
Your deepest held fears
It can go there
And from within,
It draws you out
Like fear is sin
It punishes you
For what you can’t control
It works on you
‘Til it takes Its toll
Then, like a slaughtered lamb
It finishes you off, and
Leaves a once warm body
With cold feet and cold hands.
Written on November 18, 2018
Author P.S. Kessell 