Screaming for Vengeance

quite meet him there. He trudges over and takes my neck in his hands. He picks me up, the air becoming tight in my throat. I can feel the blood leaving my head and becoming numb. My eyes are fixed on his, my full of forgiveness and his full of vengeance. He tightens is grip while a struggle. I can start to feel myself lose consciousness and get light-headed. The last thing I see is a triumphant smile of Charlie. Then a wave a blackness washes over me. Everything is dark.…

Foreword : I have always loved the beauty of Poetry, how words alone can grip the mind and stimulate the soul. Poetry is a feeling, like the tears of happiness or sorrow that we don't speak of. It's the cries of a breaking heart and the songs of love that we keep locked away. Within these pages lay just some of the hopes, trials and tribulations that have made me who I am. So take a deep breath if you dare, And settle into your favorite chair. Of my plights and dreams, have…