Poems from Sonja Hand
I write, conduct social media and social activism for Small Business and Tea Party Conservatism. I am a direct descendant of the Mayflower, and everything American in between. Share your story, and I will share mine.. Live life to the fullest .. YOLO
He stole through my window
In the depths of the night
He spoke soft words, empty and meaningless
I thought I heard chimes tinkling in...
When evil people parade around
They march in time to their demise
Truth is the anvil that stretches their necks
No escape No mercy
...
The heart can be broken
But the laugh box never heals
Tears dry but a heart fails
Evermore life pales
The heart is broken
But this...
You think
I am harsh?
This broken heart
You think Harsh?
Then walk my steps
Years lost love…
Broken steps falter
Love’s failed grace
Am I...
In darkness I walk
Depths lost time
Death owns half my heart
Shadows shade this face
Times lost soul grace
In this darkness
Steps pace...