theknitter

The deepening shadows of the twilight lengthened encroached and overtook the fading rays of the sinking Sun. I stood bereft without light for a time then beheld the twinkling lights above my head. Consoling me. Light had not vanished from my world.

Survived Anger written on a page Enchantment shattered, sense scattered Ink ravenous with rage hacks and scratches Till hearts, scythed and asunder, deaden, stiffen, nerves shriven. Imagine that! As a child to feel and breathe such cancer Tear your insides inside out, Bone to bat, bat to back and back again. A grotesque dancer On a stage where you have no part except to simply suffer and wait In hope that all this woe will soon abate And curtain falls and violence exasperate. Leaving me alone but lonely - alive but dead inside - to wait ....and wait for scar blackened heart to revive And adult squirmers to squirm in hate T