Bad Days

I see Nothing I hear Nothing I smell Nothing I taste Nothing I feel Nothing There is Nothing Here for me Nothing -Kel Dayheart


The swing of her hips Was hypnotic As many eyes stopped And stared Unable or unwilling To look away -Kel Dayheart

Good Traditions

There is something in A home-cooked meal Served at the table Surrounded by family   Not everything from the past Should be left behind -Kel Dayheart


You drained me dry Of every emotion And then filled me With everything you wanted Until I was your puppet Saying nothing you didn't script -Kel Dayheart

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