Afraid Of Night
By Lisann
Like a child waiting in the night For warm hands and arms To wrap themselves Around her loneliness: To spend herself in tears of sudden safety~ And of love. I, too, in the dark aloneness of self-unloved, Unanchored, abandoned and denied, Still summon with silent child cries The ancient hope~ The old sure magic of wantedness. The child still lives in me, With that eager hurt of innocence Bewildered and betrayed. Ah....... That painful paradox, To sense the rescue And know there is none. BUT~ Driven by old dreams, Pale yet powerful, Wanting the soft dear touch of love I wait. One waits. One always waits. It is forgotten---- The nameless need. The years have been beaten From my wasted heart. But--- Like some unshaped primeval force It beckons. Crowds my reality. Blunts stiff reason. And I am grotesque with wanting. Turning my mind inwards, Backwards, Dull, too Is the pain with young memories That weaken and defy, Submit.... Then........die. Written April 11th, 2002 © on Apr 10 2002 05:04 PM PST 0 • 1
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"Like a child waiting in the night..."