it is all in the mess you put it in by Kalikala Smith my heart is lonely, my words empty, my body hollow. my feet barren, my wrists broken, my belly swollen. my little girl is crying, my hunger rising, my panic racing. my caution waning, my love hating, my thoughts cold. my salvation. my white light. my drug. my hatred. my countenance. my blood. my innocence lost. 08/15/2009 Posted on 08/15/2009 Copyright © 2025 Kalikala Smith Return to the Previous Page     pathetic.org FAQ Members Poetry Center Login Signup   pathetic.org Version 7.3.2 May 2004 Terms and Conditions of Use 0 member(s) and 2 visitor(s) online All works Copyright © 2025 their respective authors. Page Generated In 0 Second(s)