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Belinda Morgan Poem
Stay in your lane, treat me with the deepest.respect.
Then there would be no need for crying on putrid regret.
Hey, call me by my real name, surly not *****, whore, or ****.
I can not endure, being in that awful slummy rut.
Stay in your lane, treat me like the person that I am.
Skip your cruel and ugly behavior, I really do not give a dam.
If you desire to respect my wishes, it would be a huge plus.
Then we could bond, working on that special trust trust.
Copyright © Belinda Morgan | Year Posted 2013
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Belinda Morgan Poem
Your death pushed me into this nugatory black hole.
Stinging sorrow whirling long, sadly out of control.
You fought one courageous battle, in deep pain.
Brave in your sickness, you never complained.
Memories of you, humorous, loving and uniquely smart.
This cold sadness slithers foul inside my frail heart.
I grapple with this dark rotten turmoil.
The flickering dread slows then eerily uncoils.
The third of five wonderful brothers.
Your death dims my soul, I will recover.
My spirit tired and oddly worrisome.
I will remember your special hue of awesome.
Copyright © Belinda Morgan | Year Posted 2014
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Belinda Morgan Poem
She lays awake searching, for her dormant
Reality.
While his battle with jealousy is wicked,
A surreal brutality
Her heart crusted in deep sorrow,
As she drowns in despair.
He is plagued with negative thoughts of
Jealousy, evil and truly unfair.
while she is broken and torn she roams her
Home seeking sanity and relief.
Cold jealousy forced her into a place of grief.
Echoes of jealous filled words sting, she moves
Around in fear.
Whorls of gloom and hurt encapsulates her heart,
She cries longing for cheer.
Copyright © Belinda Morgan | Year Posted 2013
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Belinda Morgan Poem
I hide my eyes when you come around i struggle with the wickedness i am shaken by your devil cries i am tormented, your words bring rayless days my sanity is weak, slightly slipping out of love i pray and hold on you stomp on my soul, always tripping i thought about leaving but i am froze with fear so i remain in this hell chained to words that circle and smear
Copyright © Belinda Morgan | Year Posted 2012
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Belinda Morgan Poem
Feeling a twinge of wretchedness
From my ugly past.
I was plagued by misery and
treated like old dirty trash.
While existing in a dark cage in
my own afflicted mind.
Despair, disgust and fear was
not hard to find.
Lost, as stygian shadows crawl
upon my soul.
Only a pretender as I played my
role.
Copyright © Belinda Morgan | Year Posted 2013
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Belinda Morgan Poem
Depressed, I sometimes walk the stairs of depression long and steep.
Black pooling darkness lays ahead, your evil ways surly creep.
A sad coward with a wretched and twisted plan.
You assumed that I was weak, I would throw up my trembling hands.
I woke up, could not play that special fool.
Your behavior, an unexpected jolt as the heat in my blood cooled.
Depression reaching and flowing around my stunned heart.
While sparks of me flutter in gloomy dark.
My mind bulging in surreal pity and cold regret.
A soul riddled with stinging scares and bumps, seeking hard to forget.
Oddly tattered by the pricks of crying pain.
Depression is the only thing i have gained.
Copyright © Belinda Morgan | Year Posted 2013
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Belinda Morgan Poem
A devious criminal, communicating from a cold prison cell.
On a mission of trickery, he had sweet sweet words to plant and sell.
His plan to control, roam and play inside her head.
He only shared full blown asinine dread.
Pouncing upon her gentle soul, like a wild fire burning out of control.
As he gained her sincere trust he taunted her soul, really creepy foul and bold.
Expressing his deep love, stating that it would last forever and forever.
His attitude part devil, he was a heel, untrustworthy and icy clever.
While he played his crooked game, he was running streaming anger, and flaunting his cold heart.
As his words turned nasty and treacherous, his sweet words now icy stinging darts.
He was wretched, spreading black cascading anger that quickly chilled.
At the end of that journey, she felt a sense of sadness flowing inside crippling patchy reels.
Copyright © Belinda Morgan | Year Posted 2013
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Belinda Morgan Poem
Treading on her long road of
despair.
She was forced to stumble in
dark emptiness, gloom he did
share.
Spirits that once were
rambunctious, are now broken
in black dirt.
Amidst the ugly Strom, she met
Hovering doom and surreal hurt.
While lost in the swirling abyss,
she feel truly dammed.
Her heart screaming in panic
mode, her soul in a crooked jam.
Black fumes of pity flowed oddly
through her ragging gut.
Shaken as she is deeply pulled
down into dying old rut.
Copyright © Belinda Morgan | Year Posted 2013
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Belinda Morgan Poem
My only desire is to forget this
pain.
My heart restlessly wanders,
there is nothing gained.
A life bereft of happiness and
joy.
Treated me like one broken toy.
while anger sits, it whispers in
your ear.
Deeply trying to control with
your weird fear.
I have faced the demons that
you surly hold.
Creeping weeds of hate touch
and hurt my soul.
All I have is a legacy of real
sorrow.
With this crippled heart,I will
indeed suffer tomorrow.
Copyright © Belinda Morgan | Year Posted 2012
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Belinda Morgan Poem
She sits in deep awe, thinking
About them awful bad days.
When feelings were cracked and
Torn in many ways.
Held hostage with hurting words,
She lived in one detention cell.
Words evil, stinging as they
made her brain swell.
Deep in agony she indeed got
one raw deal.
She could not eat, rotting words
Was Her true meal.
consumed in despair, she got a
raw deal.
It was hard and chilling,surreal.
Copyright © Belinda Morgan | Year Posted 2013
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