By Brenda
Date: 9 August 2000
not me
Emptiness is so big,
something that is nothing
Grows with every step away
I can feel it taking over inside
it's started to ooze from my pores
Like a new identity
Say nothing, give nothing, create nothing
As it happens, become nothing
Hope is disillusioned and broken,
clawing in my stomach, searching for escape.
Tired of the constant beatings,
She's decided to end it.
If only I'd known,
skipping home, with a Cheshire smile
I'd push her to the edge.
"guess I knew",
said the addict….. admitting to the crime.
Torrents of emotion cede to
an ebbing wave of discontent and sadness
Not longing for happiness, like the child I was
World peace is an easier desire, ….
Today I change my perspective.
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