The Hard Work

The Hard Work
Rip and Tear With Talons of Bait
Claws Infected, Diseased with Hate.

Over and Over These Emotions Play,
Looking to find Purchase on a New Way.

Remember and Feel, Slide Through the Shit
It only takes Hours and Hours of Wit.

Be Strong, Be Sad, Be Angry, Be Brave
Call Out the Demons from Nesting Graves.

Paint over the Black with Sunny, Bright Yellows
Tame the Beasts and Befriend the Fellows.

God only knows the extent of this fight
But it’s the only answer I’ve got to end this Blight.

Poem by M. Casey



Dripping Womb of Evil Blood
Grows Dark and Vile Oozing Mud.

You Lie, You Scream and You Pretend
Making all Around You Weak and Bend.

You Silly Fool of Ridiculous Blight
With No Idea the Fetus of Might.

She Grows, She Swells and She Expands
With Precious Golden Silken Strands.

With Power and Strength All Her Own
To Drown the Witch to her bone.

Poem by M. Casey