Cindy Darkheart's Poetry Concerto No. 1
             Dark Sad Poetry for Lost Souls
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Pulling Weeds

You know how they
                     sprout up
When you least
                      expect
Doing all to choke out
                   the beauty
Always returning
                   unfound roots
Buried deep in the folds
               of gray matter

Cindy

Benevolent Carnage

Antagonistic voices
Darken
Her doorstep

Clouds as
Locusts
During biblical
Plagues

She longs to
Pave
The roads with
Cadavers
Of her foes

Body parts
Strewn
Blood flowing
Amuck

Pleas
For mercy
From gurgling
Throats

Alas
She cannot
Leave a gift
Of carnage

For the
Saboteur is
Self
And the voices
Within

Cindy

The Devil is Beating his Wife

When it rains while the sun is out
It means the Devil is beating his wife
That is what my mother used to say
When I was a child
Did she know the Devil's wife
How did she know
At that very moment
That she was being beaten
Was there one less war
One less death
Because he was busy
Did it mean that
When it rains when the sun is not out
That the Devil was beating his kids
I am grown now
And do not believe such things
Everyone knows
The Devil
Is divorced

Cindy