Poems by Kerri L. Copeland

Today I will leave
And without a fair trade.
I don't care if this hurts you.
It was your bed you made.

I just have to walk.
To talk just won't do.
It was never enough
To get through to you.

So, always remember
That you pushed me away.
Now, you have no right
To ask me to stay.

No flowers, or diamonds,
No declarations of heart,
No begging, no pleading,
And no fresh start.

You have sealed your fate
With your selfish demands.
You will never change
Or wash the blood off your hands.

You'll always be too hard to handle.
I'll always be too cold to touch.
So, that does beg the question;
Why did I love you so much?

It hurts everywhere now
From this broken heart.
I had no idea being without you
Would be able to tear me apart.

Where is your heart now?
Was your love ever real?
It would be a miracle
If for a moment, I could feel.

What am I supposed to do?
Is there anyone I can tell?
I never knew someone alive
Could really live in hell.

It's time to accept that life
Is completely overrated.
It doesn't matter that I have a pulse,
I'll still choose to be sedated.

She can't be forever,
That girl in the picture.
Outward beauty is fleeting
And her purpose, a blur.

She is caught in life's circles
And each time back around
She finds imperfections
She wishes she never found.

The day fast approaches
When she'll be on her own.
Alone, no protection,
She'll be forced to atone.

She was willingly fooled,
And for such a long time,
As she held in her questions
And ignored all the signs.

Ignorance is bliss.
A statement so true.
So she held in the answers
To the questions she knew.

Our most valuable thing
Is our intellect.
But unwrap it early,
And you'll be forced to reflect.

That reflection itself
Turns to insanity.
Hence, my cautionary tale
Of the cost of vanity.

Back when we were children,
Our only barrier, a fence.
Where did all that sunlight go
That bathed us in innocence?

I close my eyes to remember
The nice days, those fleeting things.
That warm, safe feeling we had,
These days, only drugs can bring.

So we try to picture who we'd be
If not beaten down and drowned
By the darkness that consumes everything
In this godforsaken town.

My mind can't help but wonder
Would we even be able to tell?
If we were forced to forever stay here
Then God would have no need for hell.