Kelvin Fowler grew up just south of Dunedin, New Zealand. He is presently working with, among other people groups, orphans in the ex-Soviet country of Lithuania. Kelvin can be contacted at www.lunch.lt
A Fresh Red Wound
In horror she watched
her drunken mother
tumble to her end
and in horror
she read
of her drunken father's death
ten years institutionalised
and craving the honour
of being treated
as if someone cares for her,
that is her life
cast into the shadows of school
to be tolerated not taught
a bad one, an orphanage kid
drowning in a system
that refuses to acknowledge
her existence
slowly she sinks
into the claws of poverty
its talons wrapped around her throat
quenching her pain
with the spirits of addiction
until death shares her bed
she is an orphan
a fresh red wound
from an old Soviet scar.
Emo
My hair is in my eyes,
it's a tragedy.
black sunburnt leaves floating
spiralling down
in the winds of depression
I am an emo.
Surviving in the pain and suffering
that I call existence.
emotional emotionally hardcore
Suicide is such an unjust ending
when your shoe lace is undone.
that's heavy.
