"I could a tale unfold,that would harrow up thy soul,freeze thy blood,and make each hair stand on end,like the quills of the Porpentine-so,Why yield to a suggestion whose horrid image doth unfix my hair,and make my heart knock at my ribs?"
Tuesday, June 26, 2012
From Depths
From Depths
She gazes as the silence is
Her only companion it seems
Through these darkened, lonely nights
When nightmares are the only dreams
Wakened by sweat drenched screams once more
No one else can hear
Stay awake now, she tells herself
No want to once again face fear
In stifeled screams and sobs
Her mind tries to busy itself
To forget the long, dark moments
Though not enough books on the shelf
The thoughts begins to replace
The bitter tears again and now
The deep anger settles in once more
Begging for revenge somehow
Knowing it is not within herself
To inflict pain as it was done to her
Though she wonders how it would feel
To avenge herself, as it were
Pushing thoughts that feel so good
Aside for she knows to well
She could cause unbearable pain
Then watch as they suffered, all they made her feel
Looking out now through the window
Frantically searching the heavens afar
Seeking some kind of peace now maybe
Within one small twinkling star
Oh! The intensity of the star
She holds her breath now, with some delight
How it can transport her thoughts away so far
As she goes on alone gazing, through the night.....
© Dana Waldrip Price
2012
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beautiful piece
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