Ramona Thompson- Two Poems

Ramona Thompson has been writing for more then 20 years. Her past credits include Calvary Cross, Dead Snakes, Blood Moon Rising, Infernal Ink, This Ain't No Rodeo and many more.

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A Dead Snake At The Bottom of The Bottle

You haven't changed
You never will
It's ever so clear
The addiction isn't gone
You're dry
But you're not done
You never will be
So I'm cutting you off
Ending this friendship
Cutting my losses
While my heart and sanity are still intact

I'm done
Believing
Listening to all your constant lying
No more crying
My heart breaking
Waiting for that fatal call to come
I love you
But it's gotta be
From a distance
Can't take the chance
You're gonna trash my life
Just like you trashed your own
Oh no!
I'm not crashing with you
Never again

I've given so much
Only to keep on losing
Every single damn time
So sick of it
You ask for a second chance
But we both know
There can be no other chance
You've blown it
With that last drink
Yet one more empty promise broken

It's just not enough anymore
One sorry too many
Jaded my heart
Erected a wall of steel
Around my soul
I never gave up on you
You know it's true
My friend
You'll never be anything more than
Just a dead snake at the bottom of another bottle

2016 Ramona Thompson



Snakes Without Meaning

I don't wanna believe
We've all been born
Abandoned here
Without a purpose
Doomed to be
Forever
Lost and lonely
Crawling around down here
Just simple snakes without meaning

We bite and spit
Venom
Constant
Never-ending poison flowing
We lie, cheat and steal
With no real idea why
It's a vicious cycle
Tearing us apart
So slowly apart, yes
Yet we keep it going
On and on and on

So much
Too often
Drowning in addictions
Dying even as we're supposed to be living
Where's the logic?
Where's the wisdom in that?
Don't you ever ask yourself these questions?
Or have you grown so jaded?
You simply don't care anymore

These days
It's all about the booty and the ghetto music
Throwing our treasures and our cash
In the path of the world's very worst trash
Guess that answers why
We've become so low down
Crawling on our bellies
Laid down with dogs
So we got up with fleas
Garden of Eden left too far behind
To go back now for us
Just a world of
Snakes without meaning

2016 Ramona Thompson