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I’m so afraid to be myself and so afraid to be someone else.
Then who am I just a script on a prescription pad while my medication
plants a new seed in me and harvests nothing until my next appointment
and a blank is once again drawn and it’s then when I’m most afraid of who
10 PENNY NAIL
He brought home a 10 penny nail and then he nailed me
and hammered the nail into me all the time.
I don’t need the nail daddy, I give to you
a belt to keep my trousers up.
To keep them up that I may go into public with the dignity that I hold
my family in esteem.
How can I ever define the fine line between love and hate and never know
which is which…….when will I ever know………..
when will I ever stop feeling the pain?
Hey Pop, give it up, don’t cry I want to die.
Daniel William Concharty
It takes courage to die when you know it’s coming
and the slings and arrows await for their prey
and I pray to the heavens and know they’re nowhere
ne’er to be found and my heaven becomes my hell
and no one hears my cries beneath the slings and arrows
that dies with all my hopes.
And all the blood becomes invisible as if I never was.
And if my wish to be dead was said I’d never know how lucky I was.
And a silent prayer tells me how to pray for another day.
GRANDMA, LOVE YOURSELF FIRST
She honored herself first, but left room for me, said she, believe me
it will leave me so much more for tomorrow
And top of the morn she made me warm
How far and wide I spied her smile, by the mile it was for me
She cradled life and lavished upon her bosom…a breast that wouldn’t rest.
I helped myself to hear myself and always found myself ahead.
She was my best friend an honoree for me who lives in me
as she always said to me I’M WORTH IT !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Not a father, not a mother, but a grandmother who had the only
clue of who I ever was.
Without her love I’m so lonely with her memory I live again.
Daniel William Concharty is a poet whose work often appears in Painted Brain News