My Dear

My Dear

The lines of your letters to me are blurring

As they tell me what I'm saying is wrong

Wrong!

Like the clock on the wall

Glass splintered and cracked

The chimes out of tune and off time

The reminders of you in the hall.

They may be wrong, but not I.

My Dear

They've burned your portraits

And the words in your books are now ash

They try to illuminate every shadow in fear

That you might be lurking behind them

To take me away.

Please send your next letter with care.

My Dear

I grow restless and weary of waiting

And of their restrictions on me

Every day is a chore

Hiding

Like the mice in the cellar.

For they try to chain my thoughts

And words have become monotone

Come for me soon

I beg.

My Dear

If you come tonight

As promised

Beware

Papa has been informed

My carelessness to blame

He has sent his men

In squads

To find you, bring your head to him.

I hope this letter finds you

Safe and unharmed

Tonight

I'll see you again.

Reviews

An interesting little tale you've spun here. I like the format as well.