By Damien Knight

The Poem I am about to share I wrote in April of 2010 near the Anniversary of the death of my beloved friend Misty. May her killer be found and she rest in peace.

Dear Misty

Today 7 days late
And I remember you are gone
It was cruel, cruel fate
That without you I live on

Misty I am sorry, I apologize
I thought you were ready
I just did not realize
Your footing wasn’t steady

You promised to stay with me
But I told you to go
All I wanted. Why didn’t I see
I just didn’t know

I waited by your bed for you
Holding the teddy bear you once did
I knew you would stay true
I thought of you and your kid

We’d share our lives
You would come back I swore
The pain like a thousand knives
They said you were gone, my nevermore

They said you choose not to come
They out right lied
They played me for dumb
But then I learned you died

No you were stolen
Murdered, cut down cold
My Misty, my eyes are swollen
It was your hand I use to hold

I am to blame, If I said stay
You would be at my side
I wouldn’t cry today
you wouldn’t have had to die

On April 5 2005 my close friend Misty was found dead. She was 18 and spent her 19th birthday in the Morgue. She shared a room with me in a rehab facility. She went home a month before her body was found. I admit I blame myself I told her to go. She worried that she would not be ready…. I miss you Misty

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Not Who I Am

By Damien Knight

Just want to wallow in hate
Just want to seethe in rage
So much heartache on the plate
That just won’t die with age
So many tears feeling betrayed
Over and over again won’t release
My heart has been so displayed
And my love aiming to please
That she can’t be mine at all
I feel so weak of mind
That I come beck and call
I seek and this is what I find
That no matter what I do
I can’t let go of how I feel
I can’t let go of you
Maybe if love isn’t real
I could move forward again
If I deny all that I am
I can be a better friend
I deny myself, I am not who I am

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Over With You

By Damien Knight

Ever had a friend who vexed you? I have and after I detached from his fair weather friendship and gave the middle finger to our friendship of 14 years I wrote many pissed off poems about it. Here is one of them.

Talk is cheap, words mean little
Lost time, stuck in the middle
Here I am in desperation
Staring at your aggravations
So you hate me. what is new?
I guess now its really through
Glad to be over with you