Catherine Jacobs Poems

Tis a tail of thy heart, so sad that they forgot.
Once a beautieful child, so sad that the cars piled.
A mother in mourning, as a baybe she was adoring.
A growen woman shant she be, for she can no longer see,
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Sweating, panting, gasping, thrusting, pushing. Scratching shoving, she screams, grunts and groans... Oh lord why? Why me! Wet all over, sticky sweet sweat!

Tossing turning crying now, ha how, stammers she, twisting round to face thee, screams echo hollow space, but alas tis not the case!

If your mind was not a sin, you woldent have that grin! ,
Yes you I see, how you'd think she was taken by thee...
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Sometimes I sit alone and cry,
Yet still to this day, I wonder why?

What was it that I have done to you?
To recive such anger, and anger alone by you?
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