Poetry

Warning

Warning
Kay Rice

From shadows risen each night new,
Paths I’ve walked and known by few.
The nightmare cries through the tears,
Rising forth in sleep, the deepest fears.

Pain and tears show the brands I wear,
Many burdens, old and harsh I bare.
My soul was removed from my life,
So many wounds show my strife.

Though I cry out loud I have no voice,
I warn all, yet this path, was not my choice.
Given to me as punishment when I fell,
Chained and cursed, alone in this hell.

Walking nightly in the shadow’s plain,
A reminder so vivid of eternal pain.
Of when the heart makes foolish bets,
I stand as a warning of foolish debts.

ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
KAY RICE