REDIRECTING PAIN

I've come to realize that one can take heartache, punishment, remorse, even death of a love one, all those things in life that get you to the point of profound darkness and sorrow, and turn it to your advantage.

While at a low point in my life, I've found poetry to be both theraputic and creative.

The two poems in my January, 2006 Archive, "Bad to the Bone", and "The Old Home", were both created in 1997-1998, at a particularly stressful point in my life.

It was a way to express my deepest thoughts in a way that was both satisfying and creative, and sometimes dark. A busy mind helps to sooth the pain.

And, with this in mind, I submit this poem, to this date still untitled, penned in 1997:

I've Dreamed of Things You've Done to Me,
I've Thought of Ways to Set Me Free.

I've Dreamed of Things That Might Come True.
I've Thought of What I'd Do to You.

I've Dreamed of Things I Must Avenge.
I've Thought of Murder and Revenge.

I've Dreamed of Ways to Make You Hurt.
I've Thought of Ways Your Blood Would Spurt.

I've Dreamed a Really Morbid Sight.
I've Thought of Ways You'd Die of Fright.

I've Dreamed of Ways to Make You Say,
Please, Kill Me - Take The Pain Away!