Ann In White

What if you could have been her knight 

never covered her in black,

in shining armor could you have saved her, 

or was it a vision of her

in white, 

that you had lacked? 

Can not live, 

with you in the mirror 

after all I’ve given 

turning back 

I fear, I can not, 

come back. God?

Real reality, setting in, 

like the roots of a tree. 

She is the ground, she is the dirt. 

And the rain, the sun, and these voices, 

never to see, 

they only help the roots …grow. 

The blue sky, the shining knight, 

She asks, “Will I ever see him, will I ever see him? “

Meanwhile her nightmare,

becomes his fantasy. 

She holds her hands to her chest

heart clenched tight, 

If only the pain, could stop,

If only the rain would have stopped,

Human voices, like the human hands, 

these…that broke her. 

-By Eric Weick  

Reviews

[Konigin]

wow. This is stunning.... What a poor girl... Superb pen Eric.

[Eric Weick]

Thank you Chelsea.

[Konigin]

You are welcome Eric.

[MAD ENGLISHMAN]

Thank you for this entry to my little contest.
I cannot comment now as this would be unfair to other entries.
I shall return after the contest is over.
Best regards.
Clive.

[Andy East]

Such a sad piece. Very moving

[Eric Weick]

Thank you Andy. Was a sad subject to write about.

[Mercy Fae]

This poem is absolutely amazing.

[Eric Weick]

Thank you, it was written about a young girl in the news today.