It's Me

12/10/17

As I lay me down to sleep
My soul is sad, my body weeps
Obediently I've stepped away
Pieces of me died in waking

Wretched deeds enslaved her
Before we could yet this time meet
Darkening the lids of her spirit
To even me
Her friend, love, fairy

Fed upon
Love zombie
Trampled by green beneath booted feet
Yet of the same plumage and cloth
So stamp beside what's left
And make deranged harmony

Too much blood
Too much deceit
Lies to oneself
In order to honor the memories
While from them be freed

Cutting off scars
And with them, the flowers
Until all that's left
Is blackened stems and hours

Shocks of silver hair
Atop shadows upon shadows
Such whispers in the night
Echo upon curse-painted walls

I reached out
Or began
But realized the plight
Be best 'til once again
She can actually see it's me

Author's Note

Art by SquidyT.

Reviews

[J. B.]

wonderful read and meter to this. :) interesting story line as well lol.

[Chris]

Some hurts are so deep that even reminding some that "It's me..." before they leap at you doesn't help.

[Melobldnfr]

This is unfortunately so very true.

[wordman]

a touching and profound write

[Melobldnfr]

Thank you, Wordman. I appreciate the review, as it is not often I am on. People can be so strong. Horrible, unspeakable things happen to some, even over great periods of time. They continue on, yet can be so damaged, often unable to disclose their source issues as to the doors doing so opens fot them. Such is the point of this piece. Thank you for reading.

[Melobldnfr]

*for (not fot)

[wordman]

you will find evil people on every corner,we must overcome ,you need to come back full time..