by David McDonald | Apr 11, 2011 | Poetry
A doll sits in the corner where it has been for so very long Wondering why this is so and what has it done wrong She still is in the condition she was when she was first made But both she and her owner, it has been so long since they last played Remembering the master...
by David McDonald | Mar 29, 2011 | Poetry
“Give it back you bastard” you’ve no right to take it away I never signed for this you knob it was never mentioned on the day All I was told was “a trade you can learn some travelling maybe some fun” Who the hell came up with this idea who thought it was fun with a...
by David McDonald | Mar 29, 2011 | Poetry
A solitary figure trudging through the street a tourist of the town at night Going back over steps he walked before within the confines of his mind To proud to beg but ask he will seeking enough just to sustain Shielding the public from the terror and pain playing in...
by David McDonald | Mar 29, 2011 | Poetry
Please hear me dear lord as when I say “I ask for your loving grace” I ask for you” take this broken child and keep him in your loving arms” This broken body I offer to you knowing the value of what is inside I know no wounds or burns matter; please keep him from more...
by David McDonald | Mar 29, 2011 | Poetry
I can’t remember the last time I felt my mother’s warm embrace I don’t even remember when I last looked upon her beautiful face I’m not that sure if my memories are false but I think she loved me most of all But I might be wrong she probably loved all of her children...