jerica singleton Poems

His heart,
paralysed
His eyes,
misguided
...

There's no understanding the two
I look at you look at you
Ostentatiously
Somehow, blinded
...

Sit, chat with me
As i know you never listen
Of course, my dear
That blank stare into space as you drift away in thoughts of her
...

What us importance?
Is it here when you need me to be
Here when you think i should be
Or here always when i know i should be
...

Time is of the essence
And the beauty of the beast
Is slowly fading
The walls she created to keep the strangers out as created a monster within
...

I was from hell or so I thought
I had lived here for so long
That the fire often calmed me
Often used to the constant bruises
...

Passing, through unrestrained hands
Lacking, the feel of importance
Only to be thrown to another
Seeking, understanding justice
...