Poetry of Love, Loss, and the Occult |
Stained In My Blood If I gave you a broken piece Of this splintered soul, Would you take it? It's not refined enough for you, It is too scattered, Battered...shattered. Inside this abscessed shell Lies a little girl, terrified... Lost, swollen, desecrated beneath The moonbeams shining through The cracked pane...the Stars could not save her. No, and neither could the asteroids, The meteors, the acid rain... So how can I expect you to Be there when I need you? How can I imagine that we are Together...and whole? So I won't ask you for something You won't be able to give, I won't ask you to take this piece I've reserved for you....your name Is stained in my blood, your words Lost in my mind... I cannot get away anymore than you can, And if the truth be told, I would not want it any other way. Dena L Moore May 29, 2003 Stained In My Blood is not currently included in any collection, but look for its release in the future. |
The front page poem changes every 2-3 weeks. All work on this website are original poems by Dena L. Moore and are copyrighted. If you would like to post any of my work on your site or in print, please contact me or my publisher for permission. The poetry on this site is only a very small sampling of my work. This page was last updated on July 6, 2003 Copyright February 2001 Dena's Poetry: Poetry of Love, Loss, and the Occult is Written, Designed, and Maintained by Dena L. Moore |
