Walk, slowly through the field of fallen.

Hope this one keeps you on your toes….. =)

A sonnet about my childhood sexual abuse.
For Arthur H. Monigold
Written: June 2009.

I just want to say can people when leaving comments stop focusing on my poems being about me and trying to give personal advice or whatever…like my last poem, people keep thinking that everything I write must be an issue I have…which is not the case…please comment on my actual writing oh and I hope i’ve been missed haha .

A poem.

Tasty morsels of the damned.

There is hope for us all.

I got this idea because every time I go to sleep and leave the bedroom door open I see this creature standing there…then I cant sleep. I had this cool idea about people suffering from insomnia (which I suffered from for years) that they could have had their dreams stolen…

Just fighting with the bad times I get again.

What happens if the pre-apocalyptic theory is correct?