I always thought you Would end up more successful Than the life you lead
Spring Cleaning
Wring it out And let it dry Once it's clean Let it go And feel yourself Repair -Kel Dayheart
Battered
She wanted someone To dance with But all she got Were two bruised feet -Kel Dayheart
Control
I feel your hands Around my neck Like a choke collar -Kel Dayheart
Assertive
He demanded attention In the quietest way I'd have ever seen -Kel Dayheart
Shrinking Violet
Feeling small as hell Even as I try To stand tall -Kel Dayheart
The Storm in his Eyes
I put the shutters down In my mind And hope to weather The storm I see you brewing -Kel Dayheart
Politician’s Wife
She was done up in pastel Then buffed and polished Until all the creases gave way And she was only A shallow reflection Of her true self -Kel Dayheart
Second Place Silver
They say There is always A silver lining But I find That little ray A poor Consolation prize -Kel Dayheart
Creative Stream
Ink stained hands ache With the shakes That comes from a marathon Of endless creating -Kel Dayheart
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