reflecting on how we sometimes let our past rule our future. it is not necessay!

Soldiers In My Path

As i travel down my path,
I'm often welcomed by ghosts
They appear as enemy soldiers
terrible, teasing hosts.

I am taunted into submission
for they know more than just my name.
They scream with their vengeful voices
as I cover my ears in shame.

I stand before them silent
as they breathe the stench of hell
Knarled boney fingers of death
break through my fragile shell.

Oh, the shell it has been broken
for all the world to see.
A powerful, poignant woman
emerges into eternity.

So you think you have me trapped
I carry my sword at my side
I will thrash your throat quickly
and rejoice as I watch you die!

kathy lockhart

Poetry by Kathy Lockhart The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2006-05-06 at 17:52

Tags Love  Dreams  Expressions 

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Shas Ramlogan
The imagery is nothing short of amazing. I love the way u effectively portray the ghosts of the past. Great work

Christian Ward
Love the metaphor, excellent work!

Zoya Zaidi
The last stanza just takes my breath away!
You do have a lot of supressed, desire for vandatta.
Keep it supressed, 'cause if you give vent to it,
God save the one who is the cause of your anguish, anger, and suferring.

***HUGS KATHY for a powerful write***
Love. xxx, Zoya

remind me not to get on your bad side lol great write Kathy

wow what did he do he must have hurt you big time a good poem and so powerful rgds mike

Onyeka Nwelue
Wow! Like the breezes of razzmattazz...