So here we sit
together again
huddling in a corner of
The pit of Doom
Far above I hear
the blinding light show
you reach for me
But I cannot see
Your hand through the
Tears swelling
You refuse to join me
and I understand
you do it for me
want me to grow
You do it for me
so here we sit
Together again
My black dog
And me
Sorry. Sorry for your toy breaking and then going into hiding. Sorry for ignoring you for SIX BLOODY DAYS. Sorry for not eating properly, working too much and not looking after myself. Sorry for being stressed out over Brexit, the having no say and votes not used.ย Sorry for your toy breaking again and for not go into hiding. Sorry for showing more of me than you wanted. Sorry for not realising that all you wanted was a toy.
As you are
you shall remain
I will refrain
Yet again
From waking you
These words
Important words
Will wait for you
by your bed
At dawn
As the story goes
We run the maze
Blindfolded in a
Tornado fuled
Craze
I must go slow
It is imperative
As demons surround me
Can’t go faster
Too fast – your ring will show
Too fast – your offspring too
Too fast – you will go
Too fast – you will know
My secrets
I awoke in a corner
feeling whipped and hurting
The inside a bottomless
Sea of fear
But which corner?
My bed had no corners
Darkness surrounded my
Open eyes as the mind
Started unravelling the
Events just passed
A loans shark
A debt
Violence seeking to explore
My weakness
I killed something
I escaped
Analysing my dream
I sent you a message
Knowing you slept in peace
Wanted you to know
I was sorry
If I had caused you pain and
My dream the price I
Had to pay
Sleep came eventually but
The fear remained
As day broke
your angelic voice
whispering soothing words
filled my heart
quashing all doubt
the love I feel
is real
There was little else to do
I had know
Were you real or just an apparition
An Angel or Demon
I had to know
In the wee hours of the morning
When thoughts revolve around pillars
Of doubt and insanity
You were not real
Your thoughts only fragments of
My own imaginative mind
Your pain becoming my pain
A lie as there was only my pain
Retrofitted and amplified
I had to know
So I poked you and
Now I know
the truth
When tomorrow comes
I shall be silent
My voice will carry the void
set forth by those who rules
denying me and those alike
a say in that which matters most
I had a choice, to come or no
I have no say
in stay
or go
I gave her the key
to my inner sanctum
Where thought is Alfa
my word upon thy word
chiseled from patterns
grown for eons
I gave her the key
but didn’t show her
the door
It doesn’t mean a thing
Our chats and
latenight calls
It doesn’t mean a thing
my sharing this and that
hidden deep within
It doesn’t mean a thing
I make you laugh and
laughter bounce
It doesn’t mean a thing
for you as this is you
about you for you
It does mean a thing
for me
though
as I closed my eyes for dreaming
a name came to my mind
I know of none called
Rebecca Beatty
at least that’s what it
sounded like
the voices in my head
whispering
