Prayer for the Weak

A Submission for the "Why do you cut?" Contest.

 

Prayer for the Weak

I lost sight of her,

The little girl in the shadows.

The woods have come around,

And have engulfed her completely.

Come back!

Come and let me be your friend.

Let me play in gentle abandon;

Let us forever leave the world behind.

Innocence -

Such sweet, beautiful innocence.

To be one with such a feeling,

Is to no longer be part of that world.

I want to follow you,

My small delicate beauty.

I wish to fall behind in the line of gracious demise,

So long as I can have peace.

Diminuitive and shy,

she is what I have always wanted to be.

Brown hair, hazel eyes,

Not quite an angel, but not quite human.

Please!

Do not run too far ahead!

How can I keep up with you,

With the shackles of servitude upon my ankles?

No, no, no, no!

With the strands of her brown hair flowing,

She has disappeared from my gaze.

Gone to a place unknown.

Hurt, disappointed and lost,

I feel the pain rise up within.

My innocent beauty gone,

And with her my gaity and my pride.

I can no longer have her,

To hold �" to cherish �" to love.

I cannot embrace her,

With warm words and a loving heart.

She is everything to me.

The light which I bask my face,

The glow with which I thrive,

The love with which I share.

The monsters -

The monsters have taken her from me.

They have sheltered her within a dark,

Dreary and nightmarish place.

Locked so far deep inside,

That she breathes the sulfuric air.

Toxic are their emissions -

Corrosive and decaying!

Their lies from silver tongues,

Serve to break her spirit.

Faith shall soon leave her,

No one to save her, no one to hear her cries.

I cannot find her,

In the still, liquid black darkness.

For me, she shall never again,

Appear to me.

I have failed you, my princess!

I have failed to keep you safe,

Secure and protected.

Please, do not fault me!

With her now forever gone,

The pain is unending.

The durability of my shell,

Caves beneath the slightest notions.

Coping - a measure of such which is still unsure;

Is undeniably the hardest thing to do.

Without her smile and her beauty,

Only pain resides.

Turning towards the silver lining,

Red follows its lead.

From within flows life,

And a feeling that is controlled.

With the edges of retribution,

Running its dark course,

I am free and able to pursue,

The girl in the woods.