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 Mar 2015 Abigail Bodgett
Helen
So many voices, so many signs, so many times I thought you were mine
So many pieces are scattered across the floor, so many pictures of what came before
So many promises, so many pleas, so many Thank You's that never appease?
If we stand beneath the sunset
and it glitters upon our face
How many times
must we walk along a path
we've already traced?
With fingertips roughned by calluses that map a journey, forever heading South?
How many times must the sun set again before your taste will leave my mouth?
Heart shaped tears
Fall from pain filled eyes.
This pain I feel is way too real,
A sharp throbbing in my chest
The pit of emptiness never seems to rest.
Your back again and it's confusing.
Your one sick twist of my delusion.
You came for the night,
Then once again your out of sight.
Walking thru an endless night, the trees are spinning bright.
The cracks in the sidewalk spell your name,
and then I realize nothing will ever be the same.
Now comes the begining light, holding onto your morality tight,
Through the constant struggle of this new begining.
Fighting, loosing, winning.
Mid day hits you hard and fast,
That warm tingling feeling you liked didn't last.
You look up to the sky,
The sun burns your eyes.
Your standing there feeling broken.
Praying so hard for one little token,
Of peace if mind.... security, hope
Only left to sit here trying to cope.
Tears pooling in her eyes
Slowly, steady, realize.
Pull back to the beginning
Shamelessly pretending that your winning.
The hollow feeling in your chest,
How you pray for it to rest.
Hold your head above the shame,
Pull yourself together and play the game.
Buried in your sorrows,
Not a day without tomorrow's.
Your windowed pain
Spider cracks in the rain.
The hopes and dreams,
Sinking in empty screens.
But not a second floats by,
That you don't remember how you'll die.
In this world,
money equals fate,
Be careful not to procreate.
Promises of false securities,
Foolish plans and possibilities.
Standing here on your own
Listening to busy signal on the phone.
Pain builds up in your head.
Soon your screaming.
Could it be easier if you're dead?
Your calling out for some notion,
Just a tiny speck of emotion....
Silence fills the room.
Your on your own and it feels too soon.
Now it's time to leave the lagoon.
Let go of your rock and drift away
The ocean will bring you back another day.
The leaves we're burning bright
Like thunder.

Open the belly of the beast,
From under her patient paws
Uncertain

Lost in a thought,
Lost in motion.
To speak out sound
That's left unspoken.

I found a light
To keep me grounded.
Forever keeping me safe,
Sure, and certain
For there was a tinge of a
man uncertain
Lost and confused
And easily amused

By preying
On those who are weaker.

He knocked on our door,
We invited him in with kindness
He saw nothing,
but hates blindness.

I felt you sneaking,
Tweaking in.
No longer I call you friend.
She's a monster through and through,
She bare ****** and true.
She will think of him
Day and night,
Her Boogie Man isn't here tonight.
She calls for him helplessly,
Searching desperately.
He is gone,
Off in the distance.
Dare she speak what she has to say?
No, no he might run away.
Slowly she resides alone to her den.
Dreaming of her Boogie Man,
"Maybe one day he'll eat me up, and
He'll come outside just to play"
But I am the monster for today
And won't my Boogie Man come and stay?
I wish we could add photos I drew a wonderful monster to go with this poem.
Lost in a world all my own,
I'm falling deeper and deeper.
Through the depths of no return. Searching and calling,
To no avail.
She's lost
I can hear her crying,
Feel her dieing.
Our connection is strong,
An eternal bond.
So I ask you where's Alice?

August 22, 2010

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