And She Cries
a poem
Gentle borne entity that suffers in silence
Whilst the tendering of motion leads her away
Closing the eyes in no longer wanting to see
Yet the visions continue in mayhem…
And she cries
Madness reigns in the pursuit of understanding
Only to go in circles and never break their sway
Arms reach out in their pleading in an attempt
For a freedom that continues to be so elusive…
And she cries
Liquid gold halo as the wings unfurl for flight
Wanting to escape the harsh reality that binds her
Molten tears gush forth, raining upon porcelain flesh
And deep within she trembles as the unknown reaches out…
And she cries
Tendrils of mist lick and play at the senses
As whispered words with no true meaning
Call out softly in sweet beckon to merely turn away
Ignorance of bliss in not knowing tranquility in peace…
And she cries
Perilous dreams that are wrought with no facades
Become clear in a mind that’s clouded with judgment
And the wings unfurl more as the head tilts back to see
Shadows take form only to shift and become shapeless…
And she cries
Seething with a fury that has yet to be released
Relentless of perusal of sightless being that appears
Lips curl in displeasure as the cold seeps in to control
Statuesque in form as silver beams dance in joviality…
And she cries
For another day has gone and the night has just started
Forfeiture of breath in the promise that can’t be kept
Spiraling in a descent that never ends when falling from grace
Time never wavered and the binds grip more tightly waiting for the dawning…
And she cries
