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I wrote this about the recent passing of my mother, Annette. She was a rock, kind and
loving, my confidant and best friend - a Godly woman. I miss her already, deeply.
She died on January 24th, 2009 at 10:30 p.m. due to complications of a UTI that went
septic through her system, and a blood clot that formed in her foot. She suffered and
painfully fought for three weeks... she was facing multiple amputations of all her limbs
and multiple organ failure. She was only 61.
My heart was imprinted greatly with her love and I am thankful for her. She made me so
much of who I am today.
Letting Go
by Amy Swanson
Letting go
of things that I
once held dear, believed in
My soul
stripped bare
in agony, for all the world to see
Heart beats
yet
it feels so cold inside
Silence
sits like stone
in my spirit.
Life has led us
on this
journey...
but one lonely road
sought us out with furious speed;
A road that was not wanted or desired.
How can you
be so accepting?
How can you
not be angry, as I am?
How can you
... still believe?
...and how will I
ever again believe...?
I feel as though life took a wrong turn...
or someone didn't write the script correctly...
it wasn't supposed to be this way.
I weep
great sobbing tears
that threaten to rip out my very essence
The pain so sharp
like knives of ice
The judgment harsh
unfair and undeserved
Sternly....
mercilessly...
delivered.
They say that there is peace in death
but there was none
only cruel suffering
that should not have been allowed;
torment inflicted
poor bruised body
until
so still you lay...
life was no more.
I ask, "What meaning can there be?"
I strain to hear the answer
but there is no response...
only unwavering silence.
A part of me will never be the same.
Existence I now view with different eyes.
Sophie, a fragile gentle soul,
In Freedom saw the greatest virtue,
The spring of love, the dawn of all
Destined to be the end of torture.
For her it was not quite the same,
It was the person's inner power.
That till the end would pave their way
And fill with sense each minute an hour.
...Sophie was only seventeen,
But life had left her all alone.
She'd disallowed all her kin,
She had no one to call her own.
She had just one but faithful friend -
Her own reflection in the mirror.
All people failed to understand
Her open mind, so pure and clear.
She used to gain the strength inside
From melancholy, never-ending.
Her sorrow she could not hide,
She was so helpless at pretending.
She didn't want to be the one
Of monochrome and deadly crowd;
Her solitude just let her run
From those she knew nothing about.
It was the Freedom of her choice -
Sophie had nothing more to treasure...
Each time she heard a ghostly voice
It brought her pain that couldn't be measured.
Her memories aroused tears,
She knew the good would've never happened.
She knew her Only One was near...
But only in her heart, so shattered.
She'd promised Him she'd live through that
When seeing Him die. She couldn't follow.
She wished she'd been with Him, but dead.
Her life seemed then so dim and hollow.
She wanted so much to die,
But couldn't break the promise, faithful,
For death would've meant just having lied.
Her consciousness she had to face. It
Hurt Sophie so much to breathe,
The time did pass - her grief did grow.
And every day was like the last
In all her life, for she did know
That life, destined to bring just pain,
Was no sign of Freedom, inner.
She, listening to the falling rain,
Made up her mind... to be a sinner,
With no regrets to leave the world -
No one would cry a single tear.
"Forgive me, Love, - were her last words, -
Again we'll be together, dear."
She longed to be forever free,
Forever young, forever charming.
It was her own choice to be
For always loved, for always loving.
...Her body, lifeless and supine
Was found in the lake next morning.
No one felt sympathy or cried,
Still no one showed a sign of mourning.
Sophie, forever young, and He
From shards and ashes built a kingdom.
The life was going on, still dim,
But she had chosen endless Freedom.
I stand before you a bitter man, my life ruled by anger and hate with a heart full of passion
and love trying to claw it’s way to the surface through a chest of ice.
I have control over my life and all within, my problems are my own and my fists do my
talking but if you were to take that control away, you would see my tears, tears of fear that
hide in the shadows of my soul, a sign of cowardice, a sign of weakness, a sign of defeat.
I stand before you a bitter man, my life ruled by the memory of my past with a child
battered and
bruised silently crying for the help he knows he’ll never get.
I have a partner who loves and respect me, I have children who look to me as a role model
but if you were to take this family away you would see a frightened little boy who is afraid to
be alone, scared of the dark and the monsters that lurk within, unable to cope with the
pressures of life who’s only feeling of safety comes with a blanket pulled over his head.
I stand before you a bitter man, my life ruled by the aspirer to be unlike those who took an
innocent boy and twisted, tore, broke and destroyed his soul for fun with a body full of pain
and anger.
I built the fragments piece by piece from a shattered remnant, broken still but able to feel,
although not complete I pass for human but if you were to take this soul from me and watch
as the pieces fell one by one to the cold damp floor, you would not want to look back up, for
no longer would I be on the edge of sanity but flying over the line like a vulture stalking it’s
prey, were there once stood a man would now stand a monster.
I stand before you a bitter man, my life ruled by my own selfishness and ignorance of all
things I don’t understand with a desire to learn everything and a young man who’s thirst for
knowledge is unquenchable.
I have with me a answer to everything, I twist and manipulate the question until my answer
fits like the smallest of hands in a newly knitted glove and is accepted without second
thought but if you were to take that answer away from me you would see a boy lost and
confused knowing nothing outside of his own range of mind, scared to venture into the open
world out of fear it may consume him.
I now stand before you a bitter man
With an aspiration to be greater than what I am.
Sophie, a fragile gentle soul,
In Freedom saw the greatest virtue,
The spring of love, the dawn of all
Destined to be the end of torture.
For all it was not quite the same,
It was the person's inner power.
That till the end would pave their way
And fill with sense each minute an hour.
...Sophie was only seventeen,
But life had left her all alone.
She'd disallowed all her kin,
She had no one to call her own.
She had just one but faithful friend -
Her own reflection in the mirror.
All people failed to understand
Her open mind, so pure and clear.
She used to gain the strength inside
From melancholy, never-ending.
Her sorrow she could not hide,
She was so helpless at pretending.
She didn't want to be the one
Of monochrome and deadly crowd;
Her solitude just let her run
From those she knew nothing about.
It was the Freedom of her choice -
Sophie had nothing more to treasure...
Each time she heard a ghostly voice
It brought her pain that couldn't be measured.
Her memories aroused tears,
She knew the good would've never happened.
She knew her Only One was near...
But only in her heart, so shattered.
She'd promised Him she'd live through that
When seeing Him die. She couldn't follow.
She wished she'd been with Him, but dead.
Her life seemed then so dim and hollow.
She wanted so much to die,
But couldn't break the promise, faithful,
For death would've meant just having lied.
Her consciousness she had to face. It
Hurt Sophie so much to breathe,
The time did pass - her grief did grow.
And every day was like the last
In all her life, for she did know
That life, destined to bring just pain,
Was no sign of Freedom, inner.
She, listening to the falling rain,
Made up her mind... to be a sinner,
With no regrets to leave the world -
No one would cry a single tear.
"Forgive me, Love, - were her last words, -
Again we'll be together, dear."
She longed to be forever free,
Forever young, forever charming.
It was her own choice to be
For always loved, for always loving.
...Her body, lifeless and supine
Was found in the lake next morning.
No one felt sympathy or cried,
Still no one showed a sign of mourning.
Sophie, forever young, and He
From shards and ashes built a kingdom.
The life was going on, still dim,
But she had chosen endless Freedom.
The downward spiral
On the edge.
Leaning towards the deep end
The dark waters with their mystery
Seem to beckon you and your misery
Talking like its cold embrace will warm you
It is asking for your life and to guide you.
Leaning forward into the abyss
The wind past your ears seem to hiss
Your fly and you soar
For a time that makes you wish you had more
Though the feeling cannot last
If you keep thinking of what people said in your past
The water boils from your unleashed rage
Only stirring the whirlwind of pain and hate
As you claw at the blackness surrounding you
In the tormenting fury that you cannot bare
You wish to scream in your anger
Yet your voice seems to just whimper
drowned without air
As you are over come with despair.
The lack of life in this moment makes you weep
All you want to do is sleep
But then you think.
What about the ones I will make weep?
Maybe it’s not all that it seems
Maybe someone is waiting just for me
To wake them from their dreams
The nightmare that they cannot break free
The one they are waiting in just for me.
I want it all to stop
I really want to quit
But I know the person is waiting for a hero
And this hero is me.
I must get out.
Out of this dream
I need to wake and help the one beckoning me
I say sorry to this black water
Then flail in its grip
Trying to escape its unholy embrace.
My breath escapes from my lungs
And my mind screams in pain.
But then the darkness evaporates.
Leaving me to start anew
Like a phoenix rising from its own dark ashes.
I look at the world I thought I knew
Awake and breathing
I arise from my room
A new view on life.....
I look in a mirror
Then I see what I want to be
The glass shatters
Setting me free.
I will change the world
And all that has hurt.
I will not let the one waiting for me down
I will find him or her and turn their life around.
I won’t let this world drown
I won’t let others follow their spiral to the ground
Because I’ve already been to the bottom
I know what it’s like to hit the ground
Then lose all you have had
But now is my chance to turn it all around
Ill carry you up that spiral with not a look down
I’ll help you rebuild your world again
Then stay with you until our end
Now no one will fear the spiral again
Because they will always have a friend.
Having loved ones is an incredibly comforting feeling, but when you enter the vast
landscape of the mind and see only depression and despair, you become aware
that you are alone in your misery. Clinging to the last threads of sanity It feels as if
you are spiraling into a bottomless black abyss.
All sense of responsibility, joy, hope, drive, ambition and any concern for life are
gone like a whisp of smoke. There is no comfort offered when looking deeply into
who you are. Everything that you once held dear seems so pointless in the eternal
perspective of time. There is no escape from the futility of it all. Will I make a
difference or at least be a descent human being. If I do, what difference will it
make. Countless times have I looked into the never ending realm of insanity and
longed to leap into its welcoming arms. I can think of no greater blessing than to
lose one's capacity for self awareness.
Would I fall for all eternity or through the destructive force of madness find
normalcy. It all seems so hopeless. Some say life passes so fast that you should
cherish every moment. But, living out the drudgery of each day seems an eternity to
me. If I focus hard enough my minds eye sees exactly who I am. I have a self
loathing, over burdened, depressingly active, mentally challenged, sarcastic, twisted
thinking process. Process usually indicates order. Not in my case. My mind plumets
into a cold unfeeling wasteland that sends me into fearful fits of confusion where I
am overwhelmed with unrelenting incomparable anger. I ponder an escape , but I
realize I am destined to wallow in the company of despair and futility for all eternity
and deservedly so. Then it finally dawns on me that through my foolish decisions
and self destructive actions I have fulfilled my mission in life to be a stench filled
mass of human waste. I grieve for those who know the loneliness I feel when
journeying into the depths of the seemingly twisted internal machinations of my
mind. It is the only place that in all respects you are truly alone. I no of no other
place where hopelessness reigns as it does in the deep recesses of who I am. It
makes me wonder if I might be God's only mistake.
Stripped like a slave I have no freedom
No rights inside this enclosed life
Its starring me in the eyes what do I do with this knife
Dropping it as it crashes to the cold tiled floor
I fall right behind it as darkness surrounded me with a closed door
No point to scream and shout I don’t see any future that can restore
I crawl on my knees for your liking
Bruised skin and open wounds drenched in alcohol as it begins to sting
Swinging back and forth on the rope of life a tight grip I cling
Letting go to a tragic death I know ill be under Gods wing
Shot with bullets and shot with what we call a dart
Living along side of me but were you really with me from the start
Saying those spiteful and hurtful words I pushed you away and soon I fear we will part
I paint my life on a canvas which now has many dark spots but it’s still classified as art
Feeling left in the rain struck by lightning shaken by thunder you can’t see that I have a
bleeding heart
The one day that was given to me from God the one and only
I still sat in a corner starring through a double platted glass all lonely
There were false tellings that day
Learned not to bite off more than I can chew because I don’t live the life that of a buffet
Sorry I was such a disappointment to you
Thinking my life is perfect and everything is fine I say “if you only knew”
Not asking for the wind to come but with no control it blew
Life is not a game in which you can jus undue
I wish I could because I use to look out the window now starring at a wall is my view
I once had a heart but it's gone and now there is a hole
Every painful beat I am paying a new toll
Down in the trash of an empty cold park I stroll
Living has become a mystery the only thing real is my soul
It's dark and cold where I am and he left me I don’t know who is in control
He is not God it was someone else in which was the thief that stole
Standing in a corner I thought you were suppose to be my number one friend
You said you didn’t but at times I believe you did pretend
There is nothing left to buy…for my life has a price thou shall spend
I am ready in which a destiny I can attend
Like a sad song or a sad movie...life doesn’t get better until the end
© Jeremy Fennell
In a past life I must have killed a priest,
or could it be that on flesh i did feast?
Maybe I brutally raped a God ordained nun.
Because in this life I am being shunned.
My kittens have died, one every other day.
Three total and one other will not get that pardon or stay.
Feline leukemia, so all my cats will surely die.
The only humane thing is to euthanize, and so I cry.
Lois, then Jasper, next Quagmire, now Emmett too,
The mama cat, and their older brother will die, how can we get through?
Hopefully the three orphans weren't exposed enough,
Four weeks until we'll know, why does life have to be so tough?
The mama, Maxine, was named after my grandma who died,
the kids and Illyanna got her for me, because all I did was cry.
A year and a half of joy and love she brought to me.
Why does she and all the kittens have to die, is what I plea.
What have I done to have a life where I struggle every day?
I'm not a bad person, I'm kind and loving, how much more must we pay?
A mother, who didn't want me for a while, many men who used and abused me.
At times like this, it makes me want to give up on life, to turn and flee.
They say God doesn't give you more than you can handle at one time,
I feel like its a lie, I feel unjustly convicted of a horrible crime.
Today I have to choose, let my animals suffer or give them the mercy of death.
To bury six members of my family in seven days, will leave me bereft.
How much torture and pain must one person or family have to go through?
This isn't some fiction story, every word I write is nothing but true.
Every passing minute, more of my heart breaks piece by piece.
I don't smoke, or drink, or do drugs, or have sex, so I have no release.
Let me wake, and it be nothing more than a horrible dream,
I can't take much more of this crappy bad luck, its too extreme.
God, if you're there, why are you doing this to all of us?
I've always been told You are someone we can trust!
Please God, please don't take anything else away.
My heart and soul whither as the ends start to fray.
Tell me what you want me to do and I will gladly obey.
Just please, Dear God, I can't handle the agonizing dismay.
As I shiver in the cold
No where to hide
No where to go
To me they lied
Everybody to me said
We all love you so much
I believed it in my heart and my head
They lied the whole bunch
Life a prison it has become
No rights no privileges I have none
That is the answer that is the sum
I stand alone the only one
I care no more
Life isn't worth it
My heart has been tore
I'm a bottomless pit
I couldn't care less
An unloved person in this land
The truth to you I confess
I am dying in this sinking sand
I can take no more
I'm at the end of my rope
I'm tired of my live being tore
I have lost all hope
I have no reason to go on
No reason to fight
They should be happy for they have won
I'm blind to it all for I have lost my sight
How I suddenly long for the taste of death
To brush my lips and to hug my heart
To take with it my health
And allow me from this world to depart
They've stolen my life
And turned my hert to stone
Putting me through strife
I will no longer condone
The ones who have gone on before me
Are lucky they no longer suffer like this
How long to be like them set free
How I wished my life would take that twist
Death I beg you to
Over my body take control
My heart and body take control
For God has my soul
Oh but for death to
Wrap its arms round me
To silence the pain so true
To release the chains and set me free
I'm tired of this all
The pain is too great
Down to the ground I fall
For this is my fate
No longer will I fight
A struggle to put on
I long to exit this night
No longer accept the lies an cons
How I long to knock at deaths door
My blessed Savior and family to see
To walk upon Heavens floor
To be happy and free
People say they care
But unto you they lie
The pain no longer will I bear
For I give up to die
No way out
No other choice to make
This I have no doubt
I beg God my life to take
Happy is but a word now
For that I never am
For this to you I vow
Around my heart I place a high dam
author's note
This was written several years ago when I had lost 2 of the most important people in my life
and was having bad problems with everyone else in my life
Animal cruelty is an ongoing and sickening epidemic. I'll never understand how thoughts can
creep into a human being's mind that would make them want to harm a defenseless pet. I
wrote this poem after four teenagers went out of their way to cause pain and torture to a cat
in my hometown. This poem is written from an animal's perspective somewhat.
Defenseless.
Looking into your eyes as he's whipped and you show zero remorse.
Beating him with blunt and traumatic force.
You brutalize innocence with no intention to repent.
Breaking his back as you show a lack of self-respect.
Confused by actions that cannot be forgiven.
My stomach sickens.
How can you live with acts you have committed?
A vulnerable object that had no chance to fight.
Can you justify why you felt the need to end his life?
The hands of a murderer, you show no shame.
Your only means of actions to cause violence and pain.
You looked directly into his somber eyes as you broke his body.
Anger and resentment shown towards an unsophisticate form of life.
The color crimson covered your hands as you tore him apart.
Piece by piece.
Ripping him at the seams as you lessened yourself as a man.
Never will I be able to look into your eyes the same way again.
This is unforgivable, it's not permissable, it's unexplainable.
You are a poison to this earth.
You have fed your wretched soul on the weak and still regret evades your mind.
You corrupt, repulsive piece of work.
You'll run out of luck.
This charade won't last another moment.
You took someting full of life and just turned into a fragment.
What runs through your brain?
What fills your heart?
How do you look your eyes into the mirror so unscathed?
How can you live with so much hate?
You ended a life without an ounce of morality holding you back!
You tortured your victim, forcing your hands on him until he cracked.
Lifelessness.
No signs of torment or guilt filling your eyes.
Your time will run out.
The hourglass spilling just like the blood of your victim.
Eternal condemnation awaits.
You will lose this game.
Tolerance of your actions is something no human will embrace.