Time Slow DownTime slow downI don`t want to wear a gownOf green, of goldTime slow down When did I get so old?I feel as if soldWithout even being toldTo leave I am scaredBut to stay is also despairI have many scars you seeIf I leave many more I shall seeOnly two true flowers Try to cover them upWith laughter, with smilesIn a year I will have lost them bothThey will fall from my skin and the pain will once again beginPetal by petal my scars will be boreThey are really soreStill I want those flowers to soar on the wind high above everythingYet I feel I shall dieOr at least cry if they doIt comes too soon Time slow d
I HideI hide Not behind doorsBehind smilesI cryNot in front of youIn solitudeI fightNot with fists With wordsMy weaponA pencil on paper
SonnetThe painful scarring never seems to ceaseSwords slash and tear at tender unmarred fleshIf only there could be heart healing peaceHow long it will last I can only guessScars that are there but never clearly seenSome healed o`er more recent and sore to touchSeen by eyes that can be nothing but keenOh why must a person suffer this much?Butterflies kiss the scars and soon take flightThey too know pain and wish it not to stayMost all have been in this most awful plightFor it is quite hard to keep it at bayThe road may be hard but the pain shall fade The blood washed away in a great cascade