David W. Lewry
  • Build a life of Service
  • Biography and Resume
  • Freedom's Path Recovery Society
    • Counselling and Consultation
    • A Pathway to Freedom Group
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  • David's Books
    • Channel of the Broken Gun
    • Angst
    • Head
    • Bleed
    • Empty
  • David's Blog
  • David's Poetry and Youtube Video's
    • Knowing >
      • Knowing on You Tube
    • Grace
    • Our loss, our gain >
      • Our loss, our gain you tube
    • No more Child to See >
      • No More Child to See You Tube Video
    • Grey Faded Light
    • Seeking Love >
      • Seeking Love YouTube Video
    • Some Disease
    • This Poem
    • fuck the poem
    • When the Dream Ate its Own Head >
      • When the Dream Ate It's Own Head on You Tube
    • The Devil’s Hooves >
      • Devil's Hooves on You Tube
    • Day Break
    • Dream’s Delight
    • Road
    • Tethered, Bleeding, Left for Dead >
      • Tethered,Bleeding, left for Dead YouTube
    • Emilia
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    • To The Dark
    • One more Kiss
    • Banned Videos
    • You Tube
  • David's Short Stories
    • LOVE - LORN
    • A SIMPLE PROSTITUTE
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When the Dream Ate its Own Head

Dangling blossom
Dreams the hand made whore,
Covered in lace,
Hiding the stench,
Bitter perfume,
A lifetime of scars,
Slowly they came,
They stole,
She withered,
Wilted,
Yet would not die.
 
For sale,
Every inch and ounce,
Secret deal,
Mounting rot decay,
Seeping lonely through,
Cracks in basement dwelling,
Dark and swollen,
The whore walks quickly
, Clicking loudly,
Ever clicking almost stomping,

Above our heads,
Like thunder follows,
Where we may hide.
She’ll soon be gone, 
Like bricks and mortar,
When war is finished. 
Vanish beneath our feet.

We clung,
We fought,
She sold,
They bought.

We yelled,
Until the sound,
Fell Silently,
Fertilizing the new earth.


Hold it deep within,
She worked,
Rabid violent,
Sucking marrow,
Leaving empty hollow,
Automatons in her wake.

Soon became,
No single doubt,
Our time it seemed,
Had come and gone.
She’d sealed our fate,
With pen strokes thick,
Ink stained each page,
Blotting every word we knew,
Our future grew,
Laden by her, 
Befuddled ignorance
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