Horror Author
left behind with a sense of disaster
trapped in a tub covered up by plaster
sounds of the wind seem to have subsided
a light which would cause one to be blinded
penetrates a hole in the wreckage
this small ray of light gives one the message
that the terrible event is over
a great rush of relief comes over her
crawling from the heap of devastation
now begins the life of reconstruction
Early poetry from James. From the poetry collection Pariah Bound: The Lonesome Poetry.
in a time when life wasn’t right
i had wished to lay down and die
no love for others or myself
it seemed all i saw was a lie
my eyes fell upon a beauty
whose smile shook me to the bone
she gave me all the attention
i had wished for, but never known
all i want to say is thank you
Early poetry from James. From the poetry collection Pariah Bound: The Lonesome Poetry.
Have you ever been thirsty
Wanting a drink so much
It makes your body shake
Have you ever been thirsty
So many times you didn’t
Want another drink
Have you ever been so
Parched and dry
You thought you’d never
See any liquid again
How long have you felt thirst
But never quenched it
I’m always thirsty
And I always try to drink
But the beverages want
Someone else to consume them
My lips, always chapped
My heart, always dry
From the poetry collection Cats, Coffee, Catharsis.
James Pack 