There is another hidden
and soft as an imagined thing.
Indistinguishable,
perched above the abyss,
silent, never sleeping.
Ever watchful she waits,
drowning in her wanting,
forever on the fringe
of the darkness
that conceals her
from her enemies.
All that is invisible follows her,
laying scattered behind her
like a trail of broken things.
So are the dreams
she once held close.
Relinquished.
A single sigh escapes from
her gossamer existence
like a wispy gasp.
Tattered and weary
she is bent by the wait,
hungry for hope and
needing a reason to breathe.
Monday, August 3, 2009
In The Closet
Sometimes I wish I could find a very dark closet
Or a very deep hole and hide
Once as a child, I got locked in my closet
I was so afraid
Later as a teen, I found refuge within its darkness
I was not happy but I was content
It was the daylight that rattled my senses
And jarred my soul
Poor little lost child
At least that’s what I thought they would say
They never did
Instead they stepped on me
So I found a very dark closet and I hid
Quick as a flash I pulled the door shut tight
And the world went on without me
I was not happy but I was content
Adulthood came
And with it too many people wanting too much
I could never manage for very long
Without going back into the closet
The days got longer and harder to bear
Time crawled
and so did the tears down my cheeks
That did not stop the beatings
Or the pain
Or the anger
But mostly the pain
I was almost lost in it until I realized
That there was a solution
It came to me in a dream
It was a very deep hole
And on the tombstone was my name
I was not happy but I was content.
Author's Note: I did not remember when this was written but I do know that this piece is at least twenty years old.
Or a very deep hole and hide
Once as a child, I got locked in my closet
I was so afraid
Later as a teen, I found refuge within its darkness
I was not happy but I was content
It was the daylight that rattled my senses
And jarred my soul
Poor little lost child
At least that’s what I thought they would say
They never did
Instead they stepped on me
So I found a very dark closet and I hid
Quick as a flash I pulled the door shut tight
And the world went on without me
I was not happy but I was content
Adulthood came
And with it too many people wanting too much
I could never manage for very long
Without going back into the closet
The days got longer and harder to bear
Time crawled
and so did the tears down my cheeks
That did not stop the beatings
Or the pain
Or the anger
But mostly the pain
I was almost lost in it until I realized
That there was a solution
It came to me in a dream
It was a very deep hole
And on the tombstone was my name
I was not happy but I was content.
Author's Note: I did not remember when this was written but I do know that this piece is at least twenty years old.
Viper
Strike me
Quick as a snake
The venom of your smile
Lips that hide
The hideous fangs of death
You tease with hooded eyes
Laughing
Dancing in the darkness
But the poison from your wound
Reaches deep into the soul
I was a fool
She’ll get you too
Striking
Lightening that vanishes
With your heart
Author's Note: This piece was originally written on June 26, 1988
Quick as a snake
The venom of your smile
Lips that hide
The hideous fangs of death
You tease with hooded eyes
Laughing
Dancing in the darkness
But the poison from your wound
Reaches deep into the soul
I was a fool
She’ll get you too
Striking
Lightening that vanishes
With your heart
Author's Note: This piece was originally written on June 26, 1988
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