Mind Catcher

(1992)

My heart pounding so loudly...I hear it in the silence
As my hands tremble.
I see his face in the recesses of my mind
His voice ringing in my ears.
I remember the children
As they follow him closely to their deaths -
To his tomb.
All ages....so many children he's captured.

He clutches their little virgin minds, so quickly....
He steals their souls, their breath,
And then they are gone.
Forever.

He is so powerful, so cruel.
He steals them without a thought...
He brings so much fear
They cannot bear to struggle free.

Few escape those trecherous hands,
So many are gone...
I can feel my eyes burning, the tears running down my face.
Why did he have to take her so young...
Where is she now...
How am I ever going to find her?

Suicidal Thoughts

(1992)

The days seem so long, too long
I cannot bear the hours,
I dream of releasing myself from this world
To be laid amongst the flowers.
Quiet below the cold, dark ground
Where love and hate are unknown
The sky and space cannot be seen
In this silent, peaceful, solemn scene.

All alone beneath the sod
Where I long to lay, my problems will not be known
I want to be beautiful ~ not ugly as I am seen.
I wish to be loved
And not alone.
If this cannot be, if God will it not
I wish to lay,
And die,
And rot.

Love cannot exist in this cruel, ugly world
I wish to be where I can love
And be loved in return.
Where there are no enemies
And everyone is your friend.

Peace and love are the power I long to possess,
And this one thing I will confess,
I know that this world will not welcome me
They hate and laugh and ridicule me.
They wish me to go away
Far away
Where I am not to be known.
And I wish I were there this minute
Alone.
Happy.
At Last.

(Untitled ~ 1992)

I tremble, as he knocks upon my door
I scream as I see the blood
Dripping on the floor.
I run across the bedroom
And in the closet I hide,
I sit as still as I can.
I don't speak
Or breathe
Or cry.

He bursts through the fragile door, and I hear his footsteps creak
And though I'm scared and trembling, I don't sigh or even weep,
I waited out my tragic end, as I prayed this horrible night,
And I opened my eyes and looked about
The closet was full of Light!

I listened, and heard but not a sound, come from outside my closet door
I stepped out of there, in my room, picked a knife up from my floor,
The Man was gone, and then I cried
A dream I had was gone...
And never again would he return
From the deep depths below my soul.

(Untitled ~ 1992)

 

I watched the sun descend over the horizon
Dipping low into the distant waters of evening,
The moon was full in the twilight sky.

Then His presence crept in ~

The darkness comes and cloaks him like a midnight blanket
The nightly wind muffles his moans
His calling.
The clouds cover the brilliant stars
They fade into the darkness,
As he roams the plains...quietly stalking the children
Their dreams being ripped into nightmares
As they wake, screaming from their beds.

His Menace, his rage, are undescribable
A dead soul searching the night
Making horrors reality
In the minds of the children
In the souls of the children.

He came into my dreams
My soul
And became what he wanted to become.
I had no choice.
My screams could not stop him
My tears made him smile ~ as they fell upon his face and hands.

And I woke from my nightmares full of pain and morbid visions
Of the others,
Being taken
And torn apart from mortal life.

Note To The Reader

All of these poems were written when I was 16 years old - going through a really confusing transitional period of my life. I promise - I'm not crazy. They are based on dreams I had. I do not know who I am writing about - or why - or where..... So please don't ask! I can't explain them myself!

(I was 16 freaking years old!)

 

All poems on this site (save the one "This Way" featured below that was written by my friend Lyn Allen) was written by me, Shea Anson. Please do not copy or reproduce these poems in any way!!! Thanks!