Victoria Annette Bailey Poems

Walking home from heartache
In the non-existent rain,
Hiding underneath my hood
Killing time again.
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Your frozen glance
Your icy stare,
Your taunting face
And charcoal hair.
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“Daddy, why does my Mummy hang from the Moon?
You told me that I shouldn’t stare,
But she’s staring, Daddy, right through my skin
Her eyes bulge beneath her fair hair.
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Hear the maiden’s cry, on barren land
Of losing everything,
Or the suicidal note
The cawing Raven sings.
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She bites the bullet
That tore his skin
The roses thorns
A deadly sin.
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The Joker behind
The concealing smile
Blindly feels his way
Wonders if it's worthwhile.
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You were always beautiful
A hostage held in heaven,
You escaped on a passing storm
And fell at gone eleven.
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There’s an old man singing
Out on his front porch
Strumming his guitar
Like it’s 1954.
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Memories of heroin, blank paper and pens
Her and her smiling eyes
I painted her face of a white-washed wall
In shades of blue and old-times.
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Begin with the shadow
Of a woman’s face entwined
With an accessory that weaves her
Through the dance the glides inside.
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