poetry – Page 7 – Noellie's Place

6 W’s

WHERE do you find comfort sleeping on a bed of nails

Everything is good and what I’ve dreamed
Everything is wrong and not what we ever dreamed

Long tentacles with poison thorns thrash about

Touching innocence and those that never chose

Those with plenty but dare not share could lose it all with nothing to spare.

Panic simmers beneath the skin

Can’t believe what is true

Your fathers God becomes your own

Fingers tight around colors of red

Tongue pressed out in concentration

Little finger touching paper of what will be

Wordless wants flush my cheeks

Eyes cast down to hide the fire

Tears of others used as a whetstone tool

Sharpened tongue precisely placed

Tears of hope roll down my dry cheeks

Trapped in a world you resented
Broken free from a cage built with love
I see now it was never meant to be