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The girl has feelings
She keeps deep inside.
Her eyes are red;
Swollen from tears she's cried.
Night after night
Her pillow is clutched.
She has done so well
Avoiding that need to be touched.
The pain has claimed her
And cuts her deep.
"Please" is whispered;
She begs for sleep.
To let it all go
Would be so sweet.
But it's been so hard
To ignore the deceit.
But continue she will
As she always does.
Praying for something
That never really was.
The lady, she lays in my arms, so still.
Turning to me, she begs, her pain to kill.
"Hush," I say softly, "and drift, now, to sleep.
In my hands alone, your pain I shall keep."
She seems at peace, now, here in my arms.
I knew, in time, she would give to my charms.
Eyes open wide and fixed up at me.
No longer she weeps; I helped her, you see.
Her lips, how they part, but make not a sound.
The silence, it keeps her as she is now found.
Her chest continues its slow rise and fall.
She's mine alone as none heard her call.
I cradle her close, and breathe her in.
The desire to have her, my guilty sin.
Patience won out over time, you see.
Now none can have her, for she is with me.
"Rest well, dearest, your long fight is done.
I hold you, now; there's no need to run.
I'll carry you on to your bed, Bright Soul.
Worry not, for now I'm in control."
Upon my glove, the wetness, it grows.
A crimson river from her neck, it flows.
Fearful eyes no longer see, nor weep.
Her pain is gone, and now she can
Just Let Go
I'm teetering on the edge
About to fall away.
Lost in the doubt
That hits me every day.
I reach for a hand
That does not exist.
Abused and forgotten-
Two steps forward
I thought I had taken;
Only to realize,
I am sadly mistaken.
Always set to disappoint,
Never will I get it right
Avoidance be damned-
There's always a fight.
So I stand on that edge
And gaze down below.
I'll no longer reach;
Just simply let go.
Puppet On A String
Does anybody even notice?
Does anyone even care?
Can no one even hear the sound of my voice,
Or am I really the only one here?
The sound, it echoes in the darkness.
The cries, they go unheard.
It's the same old, same old story
The problem goes uncured.
The rain, it falls upon me
But I no longer feel the cold.
I curl upon this bed of stone
Without a hand to hold.
My voice is hard and rough.
My eyes are sore and red
I wonder if they'd even noticed
That this one's finally dead.
Coldness finally numbed me
And I no longer feel a thing.
I am merely an empty shell-
Their puppet on a string.
A painted face and hair arranged
I am forced to play the part
Tears no longer fall from me,
For they've torn out my heart.
So silent I remain
My mouth has been stitched shut.
No one heard me anyway
My strings remain uncut.
Shut in this box that is my home,
I live my life for others' fun.
A lonely life, it is for me
My work is never done.
I thought the cold had numbed me
Thought I couldn't feel a thing.
The angel lies curled;
Broken and bruised.
Wings ripped, torn, and tattered;
Feathers settle after the fight.
Blood stained tears fall silently.
Pained whimpers go unheard.
... Or do they?
Blessed Darkness surrounds her
But the cold of it has eased.
A gentle touch upon her cheek,
A thumb's embrace to break the stain.
"Your tear stains kill me;" a whisper.
A soft plea from a stranger-
"Fly away with me..."
Eyes turned down.
Heart frozen in fear.
Uncertain of this opened path.
The guardian reaches out again;
A tentative touch this time returned.
Lip caught between teeth,
Flight desire strong.
Never before such thoughts come.
Her chains tell it well.
Loyal and honest was she till now.
Deceitful thoughts never crossed.
Too many years spent broken;
She's tired of the pain
Whispered words within a dream,
New hope arises from ash.
Her chains not yet broken,
But the Guardian sees new strength.
One day she'll stand again,
Wings healed and strong, she'll meet him.
And together the
Just a simple button pressed
Should be easy for me to do,
But something holds me back
From trying to dial you.
Is it the rapid heartbeat?
The sudden catch in breath?
Or is it something deeper
That keeps my fingers back?
So close we have become
Yet still so far apart.
I long to tell you much
The lies within my heart.
Words upon the screen
So easily confessed.
But felt it not enough
Something more to do.
A call becomes the answer.
A voice to make the vow.
And that, therein is the issue
And that has stopped me now.
The circumstances odd
And complicated too.
Words upon the screen are safe
But spoken changes all.
Spoken gives more feeling
That which hits the heart.
So we both shy away
Before we even start.
So many nights spend lost in thought
A collage upon her mind.
Very little makes sense any more
And now the hurt is in her head.
Suppose it fits, though, the pain it feels.
It matches evenly now with the ache in her heart.
Phone in hand, she starts to dial
When sudden panic forces her to stop.
Heart thumps wildly, warmth floods her face
The numbers dialed are quickly erased.
What would he think to hear her voice?
Would anger fill him at her call?
Would there be words spoken?
Or uneasy silence the only thing heard?
How would she even begin to speak?
The soft sigh she gives betrays the complication.
The more she thinks, the more clear it becomes.
How easily written the words on screen.
Confessions of heart both professed.
But they are mere words upon the screen.
No voice to speak them and lock them in place.
The words fade when the screen is shut down
But the voice would remain in the crowded mind.
The voice brings life to what is said.
Forcing it to become more real.
Isn't it amazing how the one thing that can make us human
Can be the very thing that destroys our humanity?
The trait that makes us reach out to those in need
Is the same trait that never clogs the heart that bleeds.
Over and over we put ourselves on the line
And yet still our souls find no peace.
Always striving to do more,
Our work is just never done.
Day after day we make ourselves sick
Yet no one sees our hidden depths.
Self sacrifice is our way of life
Ensuring that loved ones are safe and well.
But day after day our body's begin to fail us.
Day after day we feel the darkened pull.
We make our promises to those we love
Promises we are duty bound to keep.
One by one the pile grows with more continuing
Their need to reach out meets our need to fix all.
Won't there be a day when this facade can be let go?
When we can finally just live in peace?
No more guilt or watery eyes gazing up to make things harder?
No more late and sleepless nights waiting on the next call.
No more nightmares
The Angel's Lost Dream
The light has become too much
Her soul longs for a peace not found.
The din around her has become a fog,
Her thoughts at war.
She must run.
Her presence not missed,
She runs to her sanctuary.
But finds no warmth.
The candles have gone into mourning.
Orange and red no longer dance.
Tendrils wisp in the darkness.
Where has her hope gone?
Tha guardin's hand once so clear,
Has suddenly begun to fade.
The angel bows her head.
Her failure, her weapon.
Her tears lost in the rain.
Once so real,
Guardian returns to her dream.
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