The masks are off, the play is done. Players drifted off and right has won. I have no time nor inclination For false refutes and indignation. So what is left is left behind The play itself begins to unwind. The audience drifted away Empty theater and empty minds hold sway.
She had a black heart, Black as coal. Cold as a moonless winter. Wrapped it around her victims, Strangled them left them for dead. But they rose up Sent her an evil lover To wrap his dark mind around hers, Rip out what was left of her black heart. and he left her as a… Continue reading Black Heart
She lived strong She lived free From the fear of fear Held her head up high As blindness and pain took hold. As the cancer claimed her day by day. She clung on with her very fingernails Never asking for pity, never complaining. It took her piece by piece She fought it inch by… Continue reading No regrets