Your Shame Poem by Lois doyle

Running away from what's not visable.
The deep sounds whimpering in your ears,
Screeching a tale of something unreal.
You knew it was realistic when they told you your name,
But you took your shame.

You cried when they caught you on your mistake,
Living the life of an insane lover.
But nothing rhymes with being alone.
And you stood on a grave that was engraved by your name,
A song's lyrics that wrote down your shame.

Take my hand to a world for people like you,
Where they lay on the ground to pleed with God.
Cry from the pain from their breath breathing out blood.
A place with people like your nick-name,
A place named shame.