by Sheila Weekes | Nov 27, 2008 | Poetry
I reached the house and went in through the door But it didn’t feel like Gran’s house anymore The furniture all gone, a few boxes left still I can take anything I want, it said in her will I went to the kitchen and left there on the side An old photo album, with all...
by Sheila Weekes | Nov 22, 2008 | Poetry
I feel them, they are here again God! What do they want with me? There’s no light, not a glimmer Just thick blackness is all I can see Every time, it’s always the same Feet drag, like wading in shoes of lead I must move, I have to beat them Can’t hardly breathe, so...
by Sheila Weekes | Nov 22, 2008 | Poetry
The police car pulled in to a dark, stinking alley Full of vile excrement, weeds and all. There, like a rag doll thrown in a corner Was a naked body curled in a ball. In the dim grey light of the early dawn Among the light rain falling and wind blown trash. It was...
by Sheila Weekes | Nov 22, 2008 | Poetry
Oh please release me from my demons of the night My screams are futile, they never take flight They claw at my feet, they pull on my hair When I switch on the light they are no longer there I lay on my bed and feel them lurking near by The room goes colder and I yell...
by Sheila Weekes | Nov 22, 2008 | Poetry
Early morning praise to the spirits on high As the sun raises up higher into the sky Outside the mists hug close to the ground The hour is golden, there is no one around I can hear my own breath as I walk along With the unseen birds singing their song My footsteps...
