James

A Poem by Laura Sparkle

White hair, piercing yellow eyes and a crooked smile,

Trying to convince me to let live and let die…

Sitting at his desk with a painful smile,

Coming to amuse himself finding someone worth wile.

Terrified of his answers,

Terrified of his abuse,

I’m afraid he’s here again

Afraid, he’s here for you.

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Added on November 1, 2008

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