Saturday, February 15, 2014

where has the innocence gone

9/23/2002

curling up inside my head
to find my safety
under covers in bed quietly listening for the sounds
of who knows what
as thoughts keep going round don’t let me stay here
hidden and quiet
alone with just my fear before the monster shows its face
set me free from this
let me vanish without a trace hear the footsteps in the hall
feel its breath and smell its skin
as it comes to find its little doll silently she slips away
leaving only a shell
for with the monster to play do what you will and what you must
you can no longer touch her
for her soul’s turned to dust