Wildcat's blog: "Poetry Night"

The Knock Rap rap rapping at my door I wonder who could this be I love no more My heart is dry as the desert sand But could this be she brings rain with a touch of her hand Her beauty is like no other I’ve seen I know what this is it must be a dream But I’m awake I’ve been awake for hours How can this be especially a heart of stone guy like me Ah a mystery…. A woman who can mean so much to me But what shall I do Shall I open the door and chance getting hurt once more Or to play it safe and pace the floor And to love, to love never more

Journey As a child I was young and naïve Being wild and free Seeking out adventure Till I became a teen As a teen I was full of good intentions Helping all that I would see Paving the road in life Wondering were it leads me Now in my twenties Standing at the Gates of Hell With death all around me My path I couldn’t tell The Devil greeted me slyly Standing at the door Come on in my friend Lets just have one more He took me by the hand For no other path I could see Down the hall of Seven Sins A walk that altered me Entering the room of Shattered Dreams Fear came crashing down on me What has my life become? But a faded memory The Devil’s laughter filled the room As I bolted for the door With darkness all around me I fell to the floor As I lay there crying Wondering how this could be I prayed to find a light To come rescue me Then I heard a voice Calling out to me Come with me my child For I shall set you free The voice sounded familiar Not sure who it might be I turn to the voice And the light blinded me I asked who it could be For I could not recall Someone from your past Don’t you remember me? I am the one that gave you life And all your fawned memories I’m the one that eased your pain When you fell upon your knees How did you find me in this dismay? Lost, confused and completely afraid Long ago I thought went astrayed But my child you always stop and prayed Guided by the light as I reach my thirties Out of the darkness for hell had its fury Uncharted waters my path flows Were it leads me no one knows Marcus S. Scott