6/26/2009 1:25 PM

I sat in the den dying,
By Val Littlewolf Heike
Blood draining from my heart racing through my open vein,
All these years I protected her,
She didn’t care or see the pain her husband caused me,
She cared only for her first daughter and nothing I ever tried mattered,
Whatever her bossy daughter wanted was all that mattered,
I had given up much to care for her,
They talked and laughed as I died,
All that mattered was Diana,
She was all; no one else counted in her heart,
As my last breathe came in gasp my gifts were set on the curb,
Texas, Diana and her boyfriend matter more than me,
All those times when I cared for her she wished me dead,
So I go now for what awaits,
No tears will fall from her; contend within Diana’s view….
I Die!

The Sock
written before I came out
The Sock
Written November
1998
Upon the Car rests, one shoe,
Standing upon the hill memories flood past my minds eye,
I remember the sound of metal,
Memories of that tragic night,
With tears in my eyes,
Hurt of his UN -wiliness to accept, unable to understand,
Memories of his words,
Echoing in my ears,
The cold look in his empty eyes,
Unable to accept our love,
She was my heart, my PASSION,
Searched long for finely we found hope,
Then like HELL breaking loose,
Peace was gone,
Trying to fight for her,
Thorough his anger he pulled the revolver he carried,
Funny you don’t hear the gun,
It seems to be bigger then the moon,
Blocks out all else in your vision,
When it rips its way home, its more shock then pain,
I heard her scream!
When I came to, they were GONE.
GONE, GONE!
Holding my side, tears in my eyes,
Blood seeping from me, my life slipping from me,
Nothing matters anymore,
Alone again,
So Alone,
Then I know not how I stood upon that hill,
Bending down I picked up a sock,
Standing up, I felt her hand in mine,
Tears burst forth; it was like coming home,
Both dead, peaces forever,
No one could object, or hurt us again,
No longer alone,

Val Littlewolf
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