The Devil's Grip Tightens

The devils grip tightens.
The darkness is rising.
The light is dimming.
Weakness is the vulnerability.
The angels light is essential.
Help me find tranquility and freedom from this sorrow.
You left and found serenity.
I turned and found anguish.
The flames and clouds battle.
Strength is lost in smoke.
The light is nudging down.
My heart and soul is twisted.
The dark and light brawl with grief.
The devil and angel continue to play.
My heart is burning.
My soul wants calm.

Dawn Piecham

Dawn is a native of Somerville, Mass. and has earned a bachelors degree in nursing and is currently working on her masters degree in nursing. A natural born caregiver, Dawn is a loving wife and mother of three boys with another on the way! She is proud to be able to say that she simply adores her family. While all of this is very apparent to those who know her, Dawn has been hiding the fact that she is an incredibly talented writer from us for years!

Love. Peace. Hate. War.

Love

Peace

Hate

War

My blood

My familiarity

Rock N Roll

Heaven and Angel

Visions

Of growth

And wisdom

Sounds

Of happiness

And laughter

Healing the sadness

And sobbing

Unwanted interference

Bawling words

Of worry

Protecting the path

Of unsound doom

Anger shielding

Possible truth

Storming off

Vexed

With doubt

And a whirlwind

Of lucidity

From outspoken truth

You are

My strength

Admiration

Weakness

And flare

Together our lives

Are intertwined

With fucking emotion

Sweetness

Beauty

Shatter

And ugly

We each salute

For our love

And peace

And wait

By the wings

For hate

And war

United

We stand

Without prospect

Of fracture

We are a tribe

Of essence

We are our family

Dawn Piecham

Dawn is a native of Somerville, Mass. and has earned a bachelors degree in nursing and is currently working on her masters degree in nursing. A natural born caregiver, Dawn is a loving wife and mother of three boys with another on the way! She is proud to be able to say that she simply adores her family. While all of this is very apparent to those who know her, Dawn has been hiding the fact that she is an incredibly talented writer from us for years! We are so happy to welcome Dawn to our ever-growing Storytellers family. 

Skeleton Face Clock

Staring in the face of time

Watching moments go by with

Casualty, joy, and sadness.

Gazing at the caliber

Knowing this powerhouse is the force

That determines my destiny.

I stare at the skeleton face watch

Drawn not at the complex design

But of the minutes

Hand ticking during its rotation

Capturing my reminders of

Missed moments and late effects.

The glare from the clear glass face has me wonder

What happens when time stops?

Is that the end of our fate, our time?

Why can't we rewind the minutes, hours, and days

To change our wrongful path?

Why doesn't risk come with a loud alarm?

Tears embedded in my eyes

Slowly dropping one by one

Throat clenching

Pressured heart aching

With a threaded pulse.

I look up and ask myself

Why is life revolved around time?

Why can't life reverse itself when the timing is wrong?

I place my watch down and walk away

With a deep inhale

And perplexed exhale

As this moment drifts away with others

By the wings that hold my fate.

Dawn Piecham

Dawn is a native of Somerville, Mass. and has earned a bachelors degree in nursing and is currently working on her masters degree in nursing. A natural born caregiver, Dawn is a loving wife and mother of three boys with another on the way! She is proud to be able to say that she simply adores her family. While all of this is very apparent to those who know her, Dawn has been hiding the fact that she is an incredibly talented writer from us for years! We are so happy to welcome Dawn to our ever-growing Storytellers family.