Kelly Zion Poems
Tiny hands reaching up
believing with all her little heart.
No one holds her, no one knows
no one sees the loneliness
in those tiny hands.
Take her time, open her eyes
close yours more as she dies
no one tame her, bring her back
put another razor
in those tiny hands
My hands are grown now
way too big for these delicate wrists
I slice them and lean into this;
you'll never have to hold me now
you'll never have to show me how
man of man who brought me down
clean the blood off these tiles
and take back these tiny ...
Heart Of The Monster
Let me lead you down this dark road
Hold my hand as the monsters come out
Let me show you what I go through
Let's both lie low
Let me show you how good it gets
Let me show you how little's left
Of all this hope I've held onto.
Let me show you all I know