Poems ✍️

barrly morning light trickling through life’s seams,
embracing scents and stressing sounds,
after nightmares in my dreaded dreams.
Homeless be the wretched, darkness I’m bound.

A lonely soul awakening to closed doors and empty rooms,
cowering from the brutal and the hands of utmost doom.
I cringe to tell the story of panic and much pain and find
myself inoculated in the clasps of the oldest chains.

At the door of no return, I pause while looking at yesteryear,
Weeping red tears as old dreams were never to appear.
He painted me with sorrow, a mind confused at best
and left me in the gallows to reap such brutal tests.

Paranoia took the forefront and crazy became my name,
stocking like a madman I played a ruthless game.
Bullets, knives and daggers, weapons of choice
I killed them fast and easy, no murmurs, no voice.

Written by: Melvina Germain
Date: Aug.26/2015