Go

Tears stream, as I dream,
of a day I may be redeemed.
I hope, I sing,
and sometimes ring,
the daunting, deathlike toll.

A bell of ancient brass like stalk,
it travels and it seems to talk.
I'm Three days dead,
it's in my head,
and will not let me go.

Please, please hear me these,
let me out, of this I shout!!
I cannot stand.
I cannot sand.
I cannot sift this out!

Please don't leave!!
Please don't tease!!
Satan's real, I swear.

He did not steal,
my wealth, my real!
He just really frightened me there!!!!!

K.A.P.

5/12/2009