Lullaby
All the apologies I've never voiced
Are whispers, whispers, whispers and noise
That gently haunt me, keep me safe from sleep
I weep, fist the quilt that holds me keep
In passion, agony, terror, suspense
Calves aching, arms quaking, everything tensed
As I’m rocked into the waking shadows.
So tempting, taunting, so mockingly near
I ponder whether it is faith or fear
That serves to clip these broken wings
As life holds me softly to me dreams
To remind me I am never whole
Offer me a path to escape the toll
If I’m willing to arrive in pieces.
If God could hear me, I fell from the nest
And panic sings me to broken rest
Discord sharpens as it builds to its crest
I wish a wish could ease this stress
Or to sleep thus unencumbered
As I sit alone in waking slumber
Where possibility goes to die.
O forgotten lullaby!
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