::Esther, a poet who wrote this blistering piece::
MAKE THE MUSIC STOP !!! says:
A swirl of hate infested words
Whip about me as if in a storm
Yet I barely feel their sting
As they roughly tear at my exposed flesh
Instead I'm drawn to a small figure
Huddled and shivering by a bed
Knees drawn up to a childish chest
Arms wrapped so tightly 'round them
As if that were the only thing grounded
In this awful reality
Long dark hair hung curtain-like before
A child-like face.
MAKE THE MUSIC STOP !!! says:
Yet the only thing I see are ...those eyes
They hold me. And all I can do is stare
So sad yet so full of anger
So scared yet courage still burns there
So torn yet so filled with pain
And suddenly the storm stops
Everything but the two of us fades.
Yet all I can do is stand transfixed
Captured by the overwhelming power of
Those hurt-filled eyes.
Then darkness consumes me
MAKE THE MUSIC STOP !!! says:
I wake shaking and covered in sweat
Laying in my bed staring up into nothing
" Those eyes where mine..."
A swirl of hate infested words
Whip about me as if in a storm
Yet I barely feel their sting
As they roughly tear at my exposed flesh
Instead I'm drawn to a small figure
Huddled and shivering by a bed
Knees drawn up to a childish chest
Arms wrapped so tightly 'round them
As if that were the only thing grounded
In this awful reality
Long dark hair hung curtain-like before
A child-like face.
MAKE THE MUSIC STOP !!! says:
Yet the only thing I see are ...those eyes
They hold me. And all I can do is stare
So sad yet so full of anger
So scared yet courage still burns there
So torn yet so filled with pain
And suddenly the storm stops
Everything but the two of us fades.
Yet all I can do is stand transfixed
Captured by the overwhelming power of
Those hurt-filled eyes.
Then darkness consumes me
MAKE THE MUSIC STOP !!! says:
I wake shaking and covered in sweat
Laying in my bed staring up into nothing
" Those eyes where mine..."