Stephanie Boccia Poems
|4.||Lunatics R Us||10/13/2014|
|6.||Sick Of Crying||10/13/2014|
|7.||The Plea For Help||10/13/2014|
|9.||The Hidden Thinker||4/20/2009|
|15.||One Crow Stands Alone||10/13/2014|
|16.||Forgive My Guilt||9/10/2009|
Forgive My Guilt
Not always sure what things called sins may be,
I am sure of one sin I have done.
It was 10 years ago when I was a young child,
I sat on the floor, marker in hand, ready but not for fun.
The rapid beating of my heart signaling me to charge,
Charge at the doll that was so effortlessly fooling with my mind.
Forcing me to think horrid thoughts I never knew I could.
This doll was my stepsister’s who was not my kind.
Towards, the doll I ran to end this evil madness,
Stabbing the markers, and piercing the plastic shield of the doll.
But WAIT… someone was ...
Can't sleep, can't hear, can't see, pain everywhere.
Can't stand, can't walk, can't skip, can't turn, can't bend, can't move, can't run, can't breathe, pain everywhere.
Can't focus, can't listen, can't hear you, pain everywhere.
Can't see cause the world keeps spinning, can't walk cause I keep on falling, can't shrug cause my muscles are crying, can't hear cause my right ear is dying, pain everywhere.
Can't hug you like I used to, can't hear you when you're there, please move to the left an