Kay L. Rice

They say that ghosts can not hurt you.
I’m here to tell you that is not true.
You see, there’s a ghost that brings fears,
A ghost that in life brought nothing but tears.

Memories, spiked with fear and with sorrow.
The kind that teaches you there is no tomorrow.
Frozen, alone, left behind, forgotten from sight.
Better alone, then hunted down night after night.

Ghosts rise and taunt and burn in the mind.
Until you realize there is no where to hide.
You look at the scars and that’s all you see.
Until you realize there is nothing you can be.

At this point the ghost wins the fight it is done.
No, I refuse to allow the dead to be the victorious one.
I am an unwilling warrior and I will continue to fight,
The demon, the ghost, that tried to bury my soul in the night.

Along my path, my journey, my way,
Perhaps, a few others I can help save.
Perhaps? No, now, this will be my cause.
No one should have to live by another’s flaws.

No monster from stories can fill us with such horrors,
As much as the memory of a human we thought that adored us.
Then it’s time to move on, to grow and become strong,
Then perhaps we prove the promises of ghosts very wrong.

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Dark Angel

Dark Angel
Kay Rice
November 9, 2014

Her screams cut through the cold black night,
As creatures around her froze in sorrow and fright.
Her wings once white now turn to black,
Innocence gone, forever, never to turn back.

Her tears turned sharp as they fell in pain,
Anger took hold, she would never again, be the same.
Ice became her heart where once there was warmth,
Loneliness and hunger to a monster gave birth.

Trust was broken along with her heart,
A new cold existence was about to start.
She made a mistake and trusted smooth words,
Now she stands alone with only a her swords.

Once a gentle, playful, angel like soul,
Now vengeance is all that can make her whole.
Her wings, oh her wings, once a beautiful sight,
Now bring a cloak of darkness and deep fright.

The gift that once gave her the will to fly,
Broke her heart and her wings with the words, “good-bye”.
Never to trust or listen to soft words again,
To break a trusting heart is the worst of sins.

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Left Behind #FWF

Left Behind
Kay Rice

Left on that step alone and scared,
A small fragile child with eyes of blue.
What could she have done to be left there,
What could she have possibly done to you?

Sitting on that step holding tight to her bear,
Watching as you drive away, no good-bye.
Something broke inside her there,
Knowing she would never know why.

What was it she did that made you go?
What did she say that made you so mad?
How could a small child have known,
You thought she could ever be so bad?

Sitting there alone and filled with fear,
Not knowing life changed for her that day.
Too scared and confused to shed a tear,
No answers given to why you drove away.

Only a few angels look down and stare,
At the tiny little package left to sit alone.
Bewildered with the actions they witnessed there,
How could a heart be made of such stone?

Holding tight to the only thing she has left,
Her tattered bear, her only friend now.
Confused and alone, cries on ears long deaf,
Sitting there with head silently bowed.

What was it she did that made you go?
What did she say that made you so mad?
How could a small child have known,
You could ever think she was so bad?