The pages are still blank, but there is a miraculous feeling of the words being there, written in invisible ink and clamoring to become visible. ~Vladimir Nabakov

Thursday, January 19, 2012

Devil’s Daughter


You were once a light
That shined within my heart
And memories still echo
Of the love I wish upon you
Connected by spun ties
We are of the same dust
Yet opposing shaded essence
For black wings have you grown
Clearly you must bleed
Hate like ivy climbing your core
Leaving ghostly gashes upon those
You claim to love
Poison resonates in your words unspoken
So I have to ask
Are you the devil’s daughter?
Or are you broken?

January 19, 2012 by Janette Dengo

2 comments:

Anonymous said...

wow, someone must have deeply hurt you to feel this........

Janette Dengo said...

Yes, we all feel pain in our life, it's part of living and I heal by writing. I don't hold anger and I forgive quickly. I have a soft heart & until I learn how to use my "shields" I'm afraid I'll just keep rolling with the punches. lol