whipsering shadows
heartfelt melodies of an earlier time can be heard swaying through gentle breezes of the mind. hiding in the shadows lurk bugaboos that mean no harm, but continue to watch nonetheless. i gather strength to feebly attempt capturing the dark children of my mind, but the light frightens them. i yearn to nurture them and bring them to the light, i want them to see the light, but still-they remain petrified.
my one beautiful children are decrepit. hunger gnaws on their bones, and their skin is mearly a thin translucent sheet draped over a skeleton. i yearn for them to thrive once more - run in abundant field of green. now my dream children sit hunched over a raw piece of unidentifiable meat, with blood soaked hands and faces. i weep with pity over my children. where they should be nestled in my arms enjoying the bright, glorious day; they rock back and forth, drooling with glazed eyes. pray for my children, for hopefully someday they might come back to me.
my one beautiful children are decrepit. hunger gnaws on their bones, and their skin is mearly a thin translucent sheet draped over a skeleton. i yearn for them to thrive once more - run in abundant field of green. now my dream children sit hunched over a raw piece of unidentifiable meat, with blood soaked hands and faces. i weep with pity over my children. where they should be nestled in my arms enjoying the bright, glorious day; they rock back and forth, drooling with glazed eyes. pray for my children, for hopefully someday they might come back to me.