WitchCraft

WitchCraft

A Poem by Monday Parker

The murky night quenched with an earlier downpour

Looming houses sweat its aftermath

I knew what he wanted when he called

His meaning, his desire

I never could have been more accurate

He wishes to thrust shards of agony onto them

Bringing their mercy down like midnight fire

For what they did to him and I

We could have cried together

Wept like motherless children at the thought of loves deception

One of each loved us at a time

And we returned

Together they shattered aspiration

Stirring a soup of tragedy with

Alphabet letters spelling our names

Scorched two happy people at the stake of their witchcraft

Of their thoughtless ACTS

Days later, still I tremble

Fighting back my distress with clawed fingers

Only it fights back

Using my own method to slice my youthful flesh

I run with nowhere to turn

I hide in wide open emotions

Dreaming up a spell of revenge…

 

 

 

 

 

© 2009 Monday Parker


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I love this

"His meaning, his desire
I never could have been more accurate
He wishes to thrust shards of agony onto them
Bringing their mercy down like midnight fire
For what they did to him and I"

Great work.

Posted 10 Years Ago


WOW I really enjoyed this poem. I look forward to reading more of your work. Usa Parker's should stick together!!!!!!

Posted 13 Years Ago


wow that is one awesome poem!!!!

Posted 15 Years Ago



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Added on February 8, 2008
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Monday Parker
Monday Parker

Sacramento, CA



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