Call me daughter in the dead of night
And my bleeding palms and my soaked life
Call me yours
Say my name is worth your pain
And my hot fury and my falling heart
Call me yours
In the starlight and the vast echo of dark
In the hush between cicada songs
Meet me
Give me only a drop of peace
A whisper of right for all the wrongness I am
Make me
Another look at discarded memories
Another touch to the ruined soul
Call me by an older name
Call my to the dance again
Meet me in the silence
Make me whole
JE LEEST
Disillusioned: Poetry Collection
PoesíaA smattering of my poetry, old and new. Be warned, they're dark, raw, real, emotional, spiritual, biased, prejudiced, horrid, and most of all disillusioned. Enter if you dare. Copyright © 2014 by Joy Cronjé All rights reserved. No part of this book...
