Sleepless Night
I hear them,
On the right,
Above me;
Their cries,
Their laughter,
Pierce through layers
Of exposed silence.
I hear them.
Through the walls;
Their voices,
Their shouting,
Cascading into me
Fast and heavy
A single sound like a heartbeat.
The thump-thump,
Startles me,
Reaches me,
Tells me,
To be awake
And be Restless.
Listen and there is more.
These Walls Can See
He seeks comfort from
Another bed
Spilling his grief
Between sweat and sheets
She whispers her secrets
into needle and thread
A silence woven
Within lace and stitch
They once ticked as one
Now fall clumsily into
Their own shame
Lost without reason
Too blind to see
The mess they done
Too loss in grief
To find their way back
A Lament for a Girl
She’s afraid of losing her shred of hope,
Her precious jewels midst broken trinkets and dreams,
That wild spark burning so bright it caught their eyes,
But she feels it dimming to a blue flick of light.
They smother it with dirt and decaying rose petals,
The flame they wish to put out before it burns them,
Burn, Burn, Burn
The spark speaks to her,
Become wild with life child,
Not still and gray with a forgotten name.
That spark gives her strength to rise,
Before they shovel in the dirt.
Stolen Moments
I was a child.
I was a brother, a sister;
I was a daughter, a son;
I was a nephew, a niece;
I was a grandchild;
I was innocent.
I laughed, dreamed and loved,
I lived, hoped and cried.
I ran wild and carefree,
Unaware of the monsters
That lurked within shadows.
I was innocent.
Still they tricked,
They stole,
They shattered
The child in me,
Unraveling my innocence.
Step by step,
Up those stairs,
I became undone.
Cut by cut,
Those shiny shears,
Where was my innocence?