Standing in the shadows of everyone else that came before,
Desperately seeking warmth from the world that abandoned me.
I’m left to watch as memories bleed,
As my cold brittle heart sinks further into the dead lonely waning sea.
The broken pieces of this unwanted heart, dance in the mirror of my reflection,
Constantly taunting and seeking for my attention.
Brutal and fierce the past rushes to a head,
Killing all sense of the woman inside this fatal shell,
Condemned to walk within a nightmarish hell.
If I allow my fears to lie open,
Then maybe I will find the strength to comfort this child within,
To ease the gentle tiresome sobbing and pacify all thoughts of sin.
If it hurts let it hurt, do not fix what you cannot mend.
I will keep you in my heart, till the day it turns cold.
Because I hold u close even when time closes in on us.
To further keep this lonely child at bay,
I replace myself with love, ever knowing the world is always a deeper shade of grey.
© 2011 Alana Bembridge