FROM THE GALLERY

With tears smart,

I watched from the gallery

as the straps grip

firmly held him in place.

Tears flowed from my eyes

just as they flowed

when dagger

to my fathers chest he drew.

My lover of me asks,

'how is it that your eyes tear?

when without thought,

he made you fatherless'

To sum it all, 1 + 1 =2,

what justice do I find in two deaths?

A friends DISEASE

She waited for a stranger,
and fear took her mind;
a stranger who would curse
as from behind he penetrated her.

She waited prepared for a stranger:
for she knew
the pain and disease
his harm will bring to her.

Instead she saw a friend,
in secure arms she let her guard down.
he threw her to cold floor,
and did the strangers deed.

Now with a friends disease,
she forgives and tries to live right.