Poems by Kathleen Janz-Anderson
How many have walked the streets, seen the clouds behind troubled eyes
How many have turned from the pleading eyes of a child....
Every secret will one day be laid out at the feet of God
And then, there will be no more tears
THE VOICE OF A CHILD, FROM WITHIN
My mind is lost in knowledge, I
Don't
Want
To
Know
I cannot speak so filled with pain
Fear
Of
The
Unknown
A world created
By someone I should trust
Someone
I
Love
I cannot fight with words
Against one who'll take me under
Intimidation
Raw
Craftily
Assembled
If only I could express, my
Deepest inner thoughts
I would be released
From
This
Prison
ALONE!
Don't
Want
To
Know
I cannot speak so filled with pain
Fear
Of
The
Unknown
A world created
By someone I should trust
Someone
I
Love
I cannot fight with words
Against one who'll take me under
Intimidation
Raw
Craftily
Assembled
If only I could express, my
Deepest inner thoughts
I would be released
From
This
Prison
ALONE!
She was once
A young one, too
Cheeks of butter
Soft
& Sweet
Full of marvel
She plucked a rose
Spinning circles
Full
Of
Life & Laughter
However did
The change come so quickly
Words
Brutal
Searing
JUDGMENT!
Held
Like
Candy
Superior smiles
Turn to rage
Cursing
Ugly
Venom
Taller now
They stride away
From
This
Broken
Heart
In a dream
A better world
She
Picks
The
Rose & Dances
IN MEMORY OF TESSLYNN O’CULL AND ALL THE PRECIOUS OTHERS
Her tortured life
Filled with pain, mutilated
Blood
Curdling
Cries
Oh, ears why do we not hear?
She could not speak, in tender youth
Consumed in sorrow, controlled by fear
Of
What
Was
To
Come
Yet all she wanted was love
A perfect soul
Torn to shreds
Crushed
In
Silent
Anguish
Listen mother, LISTEN!
Each day must have began with hope
Though how could she fight
That
Evil
Putrid
Mind
Sadistic spawn of the Devil
If only she could have trusted to tell
She would have been released
From
That
Horrifying
Prison
Lovely Angel
Tiny gentle spirit
Tossed
Away
Like
Trash
How many tears
Did
You
Cry?
