My OperaProceed with Caution.....a Poem and Art
Saturday, August 12, 2006 5:50:28 PM
*Intro*(disclaimer) When someone writes a poem, it can be true or not. You interpret it the way that you want, to fit your mood. It can be a good thing or depressing. This is the joy of artwork in any form. To me parts of this poem are fictional and some nonfiction.
Just wanted to give some background so that there is no worry.
People at times inspire me to write, a story I hear, or something I see.
Sarah
Art Titled "Guilt"
What He’s Done
Both children we were
Since I was born
but when IT was committed
I felt the scorn
Years past
Nothing last….
Then once again
There was a sin
He is sick…..
I am sick…….
who is playing
this mean trick?
Where is HE
When I am in need
I can’t see HIM
truth indeed.
The seed is spit
The ACT is quit
I must admit
it felt like shit.
Emptiness
I’d like to die
I settle for less
Only a cry.
Feelings gone……
We get along
But he is still sick
And I am still stuck…..
I brush it all off
As really bad luck.
© Sarah Bell 2006
*Art used by permission from the artist, ASTRA, whom is a member of the Opera Community.
More to come, thank you Astra.
Just wanted to give some background so that there is no worry.
People at times inspire me to write, a story I hear, or something I see.
Sarah
Art Titled "Guilt"
What He’s Done
Both children we were
Since I was born
but when IT was committed
I felt the scorn
Years past
Nothing last….
Then once again
There was a sin
He is sick…..
I am sick…….
who is playing
this mean trick?
Where is HE
When I am in need
I can’t see HIM
truth indeed.
The seed is spit
The ACT is quit
I must admit
it felt like shit.
Emptiness
I’d like to die
I settle for less
Only a cry.
Feelings gone……
We get along
But he is still sick
And I am still stuck…..
I brush it all off
As really bad luck.
© Sarah Bell 2006
*Art used by permission from the artist, ASTRA, whom is a member of the Opera Community.
More to come, thank you Astra.
