POETRY BY DUSTY DAVIS

Dusty Davis was born and raised in the small city of East Liverpool, Ohio. He lives there with his wife, two young children, and his evil cat Zazzles. Dusty is the author of poetry and horror fiction. He currently has two short story collections available. Readers can interact with Dusty on all the social media platforms.

THROUGH YOUR EYES

I sit here and wonder what it is that you see through your eyes.
Am I a hero, or just dressed in a cheap disguise. 
Do I give you all that you need? Or just enough to get by? 
Are you hiding away, so I don’t see the tears that you cry? 
If you had a secret and needed someone to confide. 
Would it be me that you would come and find?
I thought that I would be better than this, but it was all lies. 
Now I’m afraid to see me, through my son’s eyes. 

I JUST WANTED TO SAY

I just wanted to say how much that you mean to me. 
How you rescued me from my own misery. 
I just wanted to say how time with you goes by so damn fast. 
When you’re in my arms I beg the clock to let these moments last. 
I just wanted to say that you will always be in my heart. 
I knew we had something special right from the start. 
I just wanted to say that my feelings for you are true. 
I just wanted to say that I love you. 

LIVIN’ MY LAST TOMORROW

I spend the day dwelling on the pain and sorrow. 
Hoping today was my last tomorrow. 
All my thoughts are full of hate and sin. 
I’ve lost my faith and am left with nothing to believe in. 
Like a plague on the land, the regret and hate spread. 
This pestilence in my head will be fought until death and I are wed. 
I’m married to this disease, till death do us part. 
Full of shattered dreams and a broken heart. 
So I’m going to let go of all this pain and sorrow. 
For I’m livin’ my last tomorrow. 

JUST LET GO

I can’t find the strength or the will to make this heart beat still. 
I don’t want to die, but there is a part of me that I want to kill. 
Now all these years have passed and I’ve grown distant and numb. 
Staring at my reflection, I hate the man I have become. 
Fighting these demons in my head, broken and battered they leave me for dead. 
Helpless and alone, I lie next to you in this bed. Screaming at the voices heard only in my head. 
This pressure is building, it’s getting to hard to hold. 
“Stop fighting and just let go,” is what I’m told.