publish my poetry

Love no other

then yourself

worship greed

lust for wealth

beleave in nothing

as a show of coures

hurt others

without remores

never work

always lie

live this way

untill the day you die

then at last

you will be judged

you will be asked

who did you love

how did you spend

your sands of time

thats when you’ll pay

for your crimes

for in the end

you will see

that you will burn

just like me

Zedrea Bognar Hartley

I once valued

the feel of silk

on my skin

the freedom of money

to come and go

on a whim

I once had everything

money could buy

I got it from greed

I robbed

and I lied

I have only one thing

I value

above all

that I lost

the respect of my children

oh what a cost

Zedrea Bognar Hartley

SSSHHHH

Don’t weep for me

my dearest daughter

My darling son

for I am not alone

there are others

my prison

is filled with us

childless mothers

Zedrea Bognar Hartley

Redemption comes

only to the wicked

the peace you seek

you still cant find

because to yourself

you are still perfect

to the truth

you are still blind

the journey

you take

has but

just started

haunted by

the people

you’ve hurt

along the way

when faced with

the choices of tomorrow

tell me will you leave

or can you stay

I write only

in the shadows

covered in

the confusion of this choice

I whisper my questions

into the darkness

they echo back

in your voice

give yourself

over to reason

create the center

of all you need

the truth

will come to you in shadows

thats why it will

be hard for you to see

as you walk alone

with your your shadows

you face the day

with one more lie

tonight might end

for you in failure

but atleast today

you know you tried.

Zedrea Bognar Hartley

broken romance

lost dreams

I never cry I practice

my insanity

I dance deeper

into second circle

no one sees me

I slip off the edge

falling deeper

hate takes flight

thus starts

the journey into the edge of night

you sit

watching the display

a smile for the wicked

a wink from the insane

I organize

my maddness

by the clock

on the wall

no one

sees me slip

but they all

watch me fall

Zedrea Bognar Hartley