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When Optimism is diffused and Life is a mess
When the Spirit is dampened and the Soul is in distress
When Night conspires to keep Dawn out of reach
There will be no more vacations on the beach.

Rising bubbles of Suffocation in my chest
Up and down a rollercoaster nest
I try to seize Control – Control eludes me
Instead, it precipitates Insecurity.

Bad things happen, it is pointless to dwell
But Logic does not dictate what the Heart compels
This feeling of Sadness strongly overwhelms
If only I could escape to a magical realm

Where Reality is not compounded with Regret
Where the scales don’t tip to the side of Debt
Where I can see my reflection and smile
And for once, be happy, just for a little while.

Eternal Dreaming

The clock ticks as grief binds with thy despair
Amongst the shadows, scattered breaths hold still
Waiting patiently for Death to declare
A cease to this quivering midnight chill.

Through the passing of time, memories will fade
Sharp stabbings of pain will dull to an ache
The future is fixed, Destiny is made
What’s dead, is dead; its Death cannot awake.

So wipe the sorrow running down your face
Like tears of acid – feeding off your soul
Robbing you of Love’s eternal embrace
Replacing your heart with a blackened hole.

Bells in heaven sound, angels are singing;
Preparing for your eternal dreaming.

The Elephant in the Room

There was a poetry competition a while back…the theme was The Elephant in the Room…thought I’d share my entry :) (Couldn’t post it back then cuz it was against competition rules or somefink)

(a BIG thanks to Mother and maddie for their critiques) :)

Daddy, Daddy.

every night i lie in bed. awake…
heart, heavy in my chest –
i wait and wait for Him, the Snake,
to creep beneath my dress.

will He come tonight? is He late?
or has He simply forgotten?
i curl up in a ball of hate
and try to wish away His sin.

i am but a little girl
of eight, ten and fourteen;
trapped in this nightmare world,
why must Daddy be so mean?

He tells me He loves me. me!
but why is love this painful?
He gives me His guarantee,
then uses me like a tool.

“It will be our little secret. Shh…
“Don’t let Mommy know.”
His fingers trail across my flesh,
and i silently scream, “No, Daddy! No!”

the tears well up, i weep in despair:
“Stop doing this, Daddy! Daddy, please let go.”
but He doesn’t hear and He doesn’t care.
He keeps on delivering blow by blow.

unable to see, my vision is blurred;
paralysed by fear, i freeze still.
blink once, twice, and upon the third,
i breathe in this midnight chill.