The wound that never heals soon stops bleeding the blood
that was spilled by the sharp edge of superior rule with thoughts of moving mountain of valuble paper
rooting evil with the face of an angel
sprinkling dust in your nose
creating dark spirits traveling without direction only to be stop by flashing lights
that creat massive trauma to your head
wrist
and ankles
with the smell of a sty featuring slop only a hog can love
loved ones weeping at the sight of the scenery
not recognizing the figure being shown
to be sent away
up the river
for seasons to pass
as the passing move on
to a better place
called home
where is kevin
aaaaaaaaaa
in the pen
with only a pen
and the sin
of many faceless men
that have the mark of the dark angel within

"with only a pen
and the sin
of many faceless men"

nice stanza

Thank You

You are very nice

why are you writing in a woman's voice?

Because a Woman gave me my voice my childrens voice, and the voice of all things that is life

interesting I have never tried to write as a man.

Try to write as a human

I am scared to death
of her eyes
they see the me i used to be
but how can i be like that
again?

Why not? I sometimes write from a man's perspective.

His soul carries me to the clouds above
rain drops of love fall into my eyes
the man i saw
full of shame and fear
is no longer by my side
The one that holds me in his arms
stands tall
with pride