Who will take care of me?
Who will stand up for me?
No one has
Maybe no one will

I'm lonely
I'm afraid
Alone, so frightened
Of this world with no end.

There's evil to the right
Evil to the left
Evil everywhere
In this world with no end.

The past is bad
The present worse
The future uncertain
In this world with no end.

Alone, so frightened
I need help
But who will take care of me
In this world with no end?

No one has
Maybe no one will
Lonely and afraid
In this world with no end.

Dec, 2016
Catarina Pech May 28

Her thoughts became a jumble, her memory tangled
Oh how easily our fragile mind can get mangled
She used to sing and strum a guitar, while I twirled
Now she moans and cries, frightened of this world
She told me, "My computer don't work good, no more"
I hadn't an idea a battle with dementia she was in for
Her laugh was so boisterous, and her mood often jolly
Now she lies in bed wailing, the last leg of this life folly
She told me stories of a poor farm girl in a land far away
I listened intently, but my thoughts have begun to betray
The memories in this life she shaped have since faded
Of the ones she shared, few remain, forgetfulness invaded
Sometimes a loved one remembers and shares a story
How wonderful to have a new moment of her in her glory
As time goes by and she slips further into murkiness
Our family must gather muster and sturdiness
My mother whom to me is so dear is an empty shell
Sadly, she is so far from herself, on this I often dwell
There is a day still to come, and she will be whole again
My mother at her loveliest with God up in heaven

Mom had a poor education and was prone to flightiness, that allowed dementia  to catch us unaware, it's been about 10 years now, five of them none verbal.
AD Fox Spirit Jan 27

I feel secure in this little cocoon,
Never do I wish to metamorphosis;
I do not wish to take flight.

When I feel confident enough to take a peak,
I wish to sink back into my undamaging, innocent cocoon.
I do not like the idea of a ‘big world’.

Everything is not beautiful enough;
Its not as magnificent and imaginative like I want it to be,
Unlike this innocent and carefree cocoon I have molded my mental image into.

I am longing for some kind of change, but to afraid of the unknown to take it.

I am mentally unstable; I cannot handle the dangerous world,
I am much more safe and stable in this cocoon.
So leave me be in my little shelter,
I know it’s unhealthy you don’t need to remind me.

I’m I truly secure in this cocoon or is it all a fable?

I wish to be pure not mature,
Though sometimes I daydream of being both,
As I sleep away in the sheltered cocoon.

Everything is so frightening.
The outdoors that surround my cocoon are calling me,
But I can’t seem to shake away the worries.

“You’re so unsure of your own path, you never even take a step back,”
My thoughts sing song to me as I lull back to sleep.

I am to petrified of the outdoors of my own cocoon,
I can’t seem to win the battles of thoughts, even if it could save me,
So I stay silent and let it eat away at me never taking the chance.

The Napkin Poet Dec 2016

My head rested against the grey plastic covering of the window beside me
As I began this adventure it had set in
The truth of my happiness

Only happy when my life was not predetermined
Only when this life is array
Chaos, unplanned, anarchy
The thought of not knowing

This realization frightened me
Everything I had been taught
Based upon the value of order

And there I was
With my head on a surface many others had been before
Realizing the key to my own happiness
Was the void

Ron Gavalik Sep 2016

I will fuck you
and then
I will leave
to never return

I'm honest, yet frightened
of your prison
I'm weak and lost
buried under layers of sin

I'm unpredictable
exciting and dreadful
and I know
you will always

Ami Shae Jul 2016

upon awakening
from the abyss
of my darkest dreams
I did my best
to stifle my inner screams...

Sarah Strack Jul 2016

Inside my heart there lives a snake
Maliciously it slithers around
It's poisoned fangs poised to bite
In fright I don't utter a sound

In my garden I left a rake
Lying littered on the ground
Around it the leaves dance chaos
Workers never to be found

All this destruction life likes to make
It's swirling confusion does astound
Until my heart and home it wrecks
And burns both of them to the ground

Tehreem Jun 2016

She is trapped
Inside the walls
Of his words
Lost and confused

Terrified tongue tied
Screaming within
Constantly running
Around him...

Set her free.
Tara Phillips Jun 2016

the pain isn't hard to bare.
until you forget that it resides in the very back part of your brain,
waiting to be released at the perfect moment.

the slightest touch of a male,
a kiss on the cheek, neck, thigh.
the kiss of uncertainty and disloyalty.

the memories begin to fill you up inside.
your lover doesn't know what he's done.
you slip away from him faster than the air slipped from your lungs the first time.

pulsating through your veins,
is the feeling of deep fear.
what if he comes back?
what if he wants more of you?

oh, dear god he's thinking of all the ways to torture you.
look at his eyes. his mouth and the way it curves into a malicious smile.
the vigorous breathing, representing the oxygen he's stolen from you.

the tears are rolling now.
right down your right cheek where he caressed your beauty the first time.
right where you never wanted to be touched again.

it's only ever hard to bare,
when the perfect moment arises.

-contains themes of assault-
NA Mar 2016

The loss of my innocence happened when the darkness no longer frightened me... For it has now become my friend, solitude and my haven.

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