My Thoughts in Poetry

I am the key
Without the lock
The holder
Not the action
Many hold me
In their hand
Prying, twisting
Turning; but
The heart is rusted.

Written by,
Terry Shepherd



I told you once
I told you twice
A broken heart
Yep, that’s the price.
You say you’ll
Never do it again?
You mock me dear
With those lips so slim.
Broken nose
Knocked out teeth
Damaged eyes
With your hand of sheath.
You best be going
I’ve called the cops
It’s time to heal
My hearts in the shop.
Raise your hand
I have no fear
The sounds of sirens
Are very near.
Time to take
A stand for me
I must grow strong
Now let me be.
Written by,
Terry Shepherd
This was not written about or for myself.