Poetry

 

                                                                           To my Sisters

       

This life may throw you

 Into dark dungeon,

In full Blood and monsters.

To have you wrapped with

Scars and cuts and wound.

 

But you need to know

That this life will

Hit you hard in the face

And wait for you to

Get up again.

 

This life will dwell you away with

Your fictitious flimsy romance,

Wrap you in tissues of falsehood.

And your stupidity will wait

For the soul breathing glance.

 

You all the best

Romances in lies.

You hath love like roses.

When you walk through thorns

 You realize its falseness,

 

In secret with your scarred heart.

In silence you will grieve,

Thy spirit will deceive,

You will greet sorrow,

In silence and tears.

 

When I tell you now

It feels like the warning.

Of what I feel now

Thy vows will be broken

And nights will be darkened.

 

Sisters, weep and weep.

Weep for thy tears are tears,

Of bitterness from your scarred heart.

And let each drop in future years,

Repay those treacherous hearts with thy smile!