Ridiculed restless
Shattered amongst heroes
Picking up pieces of demolished bonds
Broken by those once loved
Now deceived
Waiting for dreams
Unconscious hopes
To rid them of panic
Taking place in their heart
An alarm as loud as a silencer on a gun
Soundless
That is how they attack
She’ll never get it back
So she slips back instead
Into her head
Always appeased
Needs met
Without the stab wounds
Or
Vile threats
Protecting her heart
Perpetually alone
Surrounded by love
Only her own
A fantasy of life
Simulated within
Scary yet attractive
In reality she floats on by
They assume she’s pretty and daring
Not just getting by
Each spare instant, she speculates
Am I here?
Should I leave?
Write it all down
Make something of me?
For outside my fortress
I could be caught
Inside disaster
Their own dangerous thoughts
That collided with my own
And
Tear me apart
It’s more deadly then…
The destruction of beautiful art
Exceptional films never seen
Prejudice held
As I stood motionless
Contained by heaven
Alive in hell
Burning on earth
Til in dust I fell
So I take in moments
Precious art still standing
A few hands hold mine from time to time
Awaiting the morrow
To hope
Some day freedom
A deserted Island
There rebels will dwell
And surely
It will be ecstasy
And not the common misery
They claim
Hold on to visions in your head
Ones they tell you to put to bed
Make them live outside of you
Write them down
Hold them near
Creators do not fear
Conquer
What once stabbed you, grabbed you, bled you, use it against them
Because once your dust
All you can do is make them sneeze.
By
Angela K. Crandall
© 7/30/15
