Goddess Of Death
Am appealing to
your gentle side
as your strikes to
the living
are creating anger
and outrage
to those of us
amongst the living.
Not positive of
what you are
attempting to do
with your efforts
but to bring u
loss and sorrow.
Your victims are
so young
and full of potential.
The bricks of our
future
crumbled to
blowing dust.
The lessons you
are trying to teach
have been now
engrained.
Fear who may be
next
at an unexpected
time.
The power and
sorrow
that you yield is
intense.
You are taking
pieces of us all
as your venom is
dealt.
We appeal to you,
Goddess of Death.
Let us heal.
February 19, 2018
© Andrew Scott -
Just A Maritime Boy 2018
Look In The Eye
I do not even know
if I can get out of the car.
Breathing out all
the nervous air in my mouth.
Running my left
hand half way through my hair.
Staring out my
dirty windshield.
Why am I even here
today?
Never thought I
would even see this person again.
Been done with
everything for years
knowing justice
would never be paid
to a person that
was a community pillar.
When word got to
me
that this person
wanted to have a sit down
and ask for
forgiveness of yesterday's acts
I did not know how
to feel inside.
An emptiness
settled in the pit of my stomach.
Age had given this
person the feel of remorse,
knowing they did
not have much time in this world.
Maybe if they
forgave themselves, their aches would stop
however I am not
sure if it will stop
the sweaty
nightmares with me.
Walking up to the
door, ready to knock,
my anxiety becomes
heightened levels.
Breathing, I just
want to leave
thought something
is keeping me here.
The look in the
eye is what I want
when forgiveness
is sought.
Then I will know
why a person
who never wanted
it, needs it now.
March 7, 2018
© Andrew Scott -
Just A Maritime Boy 2018
Dear Stranger XI
Dear Stranger, how
have you been?
From where I am
sitting
you have had a
time full of havoc.
It is hard to
watch up here.
Trying to
understand
how people can let a
person
walk into a place
armed to take the
life
of so many
innocent people.
Children are
walking into a school
and should be
coming out
with only the
times of that life,
not facing the
prospect
of never coming
out.
People lining up
to go to
a Friday night
dance club.
Looking nice and
full of energy.
The buzz should
never be taken
by the spray of
bullets.
Everyone is
looking over shoulder,
unsure if they are
even going
to make it home
each day.
It does not make
sense
how it is alright
that there is that
much fear
with trying to
live.
You can make the
change
by not being
bought off
and believing in
what is right.
Until you stand up
and take those
steps
to stop the
bleeding
you will be a
stranger to us all.
February 19, 2018
© Andrew Scott -
Just A Maritime Boy 2018
Andrew Scott is a native of Fredericton, NB. During his time
as an active poet, Andrew Scott has taken the time to speak in front of
classrooms, judge poetry competitions as well as had over 200 hundred writings published
worldwide in such publications as The Art of Being Human, Battered Shadows and
The Broken Ones.
Andrew Scott has published five poetry books, Snake With
A Flower, The Phoenix Has Risen, The Path, The Storm Is Coming and Searching and one
book of photography, Through My Eyes. Whispers Of The Calm is his sixth
poetry book.
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