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
03/28/2016

 

 

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

03/28/2016

 

This was not written about or for myself.