Love Letters

Though I stay awake tonight,
Thinking of how to make right,
The relentless rage that's usurped my
Sanity; Ruling with an iron cry.

Like screeching gears that grind and twist,
Pushing everything missed,
Tattered with the ashes of,
Trembling hands that nearly shove -

Who matters most from him,
Enthralling the ever grim,
Haunting guise,
And demented surprise...

A rage that continues thrashing about,
Insatiable, relentless, destroying without,
Remorse; So save me before it takes hold,
And breaks that which I hold -

So dear to me, though she knows it well,
The anger that swells, without words will tell,
The guilt that is felt as the anger leaves,
In sobbing reprieves...

Her words like honey, so sticky and sweet,
A feast, a bounty, a delicious treat,
For the ears of mine once filled with that screech,
Anyone else, so far out of reach.

But she knows the letters and strings them the way,
To shoo the somber that would stay,
A prose so perfect the lyrics still,
Renew a once broken will.

Smiling does the clockwork knight stand,
At the ready for his love's command,
For her love letters forever calm,
Much like his kiss in her palm.