poetry

Shhhhhhh...

Shhhhhhh...
All is quiet now, all is calm
In the anals of this dark and lonely place
The beast returns to the all too familiar corner where she resides.
The clink of the cage reverberates in the silence.
She lies down, resigned to the long desperate wait ahead
Knowing she may never return.
Her Master looks upon her with the deepest of sorrow,
However they both know it is for the best.
As the sound of her Master's steps slowly fade into the distance
The beast closes her eyes once again to sleep.

On the throne upon which the Master sits
Dutifully fulfilling daily needs
Her busyness is sometimes distracted by a faint haunting echo
A sound only she can hear
It is a mournful whisper like smoke on a cold winter's day
Drifting, drifting, seeking yet never finding.
The sound of the beast as she stirs in her restlesss sleep
Quietly crying out for that which she lost
But the Master cannot go to her nor comfort her
And thus her heart grows even colder.
Shhhhhhh... she whispers beneath her breath,
Shhhhhhh...

-Broken Angel
2004

What's Eatin' Me

It's a different world, it's driving me crazy
What's eatin' me? I miss my babies.

The smiles, the hugs, the hour long talks
The laughter, the liesure, the midnight walks.
So we weren't perfect by any world measure,
But it was a time that I'll always treasure.

I wish we'd been closer now that they're gone
Assuming they'd be there I know now is wrong.
There's a void in my heart where they used to be
I struggle to hide it, especially from me.

The fights that I fought to give them the best
Were simply dumb dreams that flew out like the rest.
Now our hopes for the future, the plans that we shared
I carry in my heart though no body cares.

The smile of my Princess melts my heart everytime,
Her loving words in due season were kind.
The hugs of my Pumpkin were always inviting,
Watching his many talents was very exciting.
I miss them both with a terrible ache
It runs deep in my heart, all my smiles I fake.

There isn't a reason to say it's alright
To just let them go like shadows at night.
My babies are important if to no one but me
Being their Mom's all I want to be.
So next time you ask, "What's eatin' you?"
I'll no longer hide it, I'll tell you the truth.

-Broken Angel
2002

I wrote this 2 years ago after someone callously said I always seemed depressed, knowing my children had been taken to another state in the middle of the night.
The good news is I have my "babies" back thanks to Jesus and Eminem.
Go to Friends to see the angel who helped me escape in the first place.o