Poems by Stacey Denman
| Demon . You see I'm not going to have this wrestling match- With a demon I truly did not hatch. And I am sure as hell not going to give it a name- So on me don't place the blame. What is in your mind I cannot change or really know- It's just not for me to show- That for once you are wrong and have an issue- Don't look to me for a tissue. I wasn't there when all this hurt went down- I wasn't even in the same town. So once again I will ask of you to do something- Don't blame me for nothing. Yeah I might be like the demon in some ways granted- But your view on me is getting slanted. I've always been my own person quirks and all- And I absolutely refuse to take the fall- For the demon who hurt you, your one great hate- I refuse to be a part of that unclean slate. By Stacey Denman |
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| Nightmares I didn’t want to go - I was fighting so hard - Yet there I was - someone massaging my heart. My chest was wide open - I could feel the pain - Even scarier - I felt my arms being restrained. I saw the faces - the people all around me - It became pretty obvious - I wasn't supposed to see. I heard the nurse talking - "She’s going to go" - All I could do was think - scream - was the word no. I tried to lift up my arm - to reach out to you - I knew you were right there - thought you sensed me too. Wondered why you didn't try - didn't hold my hand - And then I realized - you too thought I was damned. When I woke up with the fear - it was still so clear I reached out for you - yet you were not there. But at the same time - I felt so totally safe - And in my mind - I studied your sweet face. I knew you were still out driving - we had a fight - And I secretly feared - this was our last night - That you had left forever - I admit I lost faith - When your arms came back around me - I felt ashamed. Nightmares change you - you wake up different - A change has occurred - you're the only one to sense it. In the darkness - where we so reluctantly go - Sometimes occurs great healing - in ways we may never know. By Stacey Denman |
| Logic States These things I think and wonder – The thousand things I always ponder. Logic states that I shouldn’t worry, Take things slow, but still I worry. Years go by faster than I want – Marked only by things I always sought. Logic states that is boils down to one thing, There is no one song we have to sing. I look around and everything seems okay- Surrounded by love and friends that stay. Logic states that I should be satisfied, But I am still searching, nothing ratified. I keep rolling with the punches – And for the most part follow my hunches. Logic states that this what all go through, But I have to wonder, what about you? By Stacey Denman |
| Deck Life deals things so strange – People like you, Who one minute are lively, Next are cruel. Never do we figure, We are being used, And it’s only the sorry ones That always miss the clues. By Stacey Denman |
| Help I’m loyal to those who understand- Down by their sides they keep their hands, And when I look up into their face- Then I know I can rest my case. I’m the enemy of those who don’t care- Just as well, I can return their stares. Funny how fast is the spread of dirt – But without facts someone gets hurt. I’m a protector, server of all trust, Total faith to me is an absolute must. I’m loyal to those who understand- But hate he who cannot comprehend. By Stacey Denman |
