Amy J Richardson Poems

I sit alone, it's all too much,
Why can't i just be dead,
I need to free the hurt inside,
So I cry my tears of red.
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I'd drive away, just away,
With nowhere to stop and nowhere to stay,
Away from the darkness, away from the pain,
Away from humanity, away from the shame.
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Into the field I walk at night
To pick a single blade of grass,
And under the eyes of a thousand stars
I look to the moon and ask,
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All above the world
From where the light shines down,
And the planes fly through the clouds
That are gloomy grey and brown.
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The little boy runs with his toy
and smiles
That boy could fun for miles
and miles,
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Chop the apples
carrots and oranges
give scraps to the dog that begs,
add monkey nuts
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The axe cracks dully into the horse's head,
It's gruesome but the lions need to be fed.
We swing and we hack and we hack 'til it's through,
Through skull and through jaw 'til that head is in two.
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Photograph.
Snapshot.
A moment frozen on film.
Held still.
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They are deep,
but not deep enough,
the blackness is still within.
The crimson pours,
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The window grill shadows are suddenly prison bars in my mind.
But I like the smell of my freshly cut flesh
I like the blood
The open wound
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