Post by DavidMc on Aug 30, 2006 9:54:57 GMT -6
Softly I tread
Softly I tread to the top of the stairs,
Cobra like rope coiled in my hand;
Sleeping I hear their Mothers children,
Off in some dream redundant of cares
Peeking through cracks of half light,
Memories pulse in the temples of shame;
Bitter is the taste of unrequited blood,
Rope safely attached to the banister tight
Softly I climb to the top of the rail,
Relief and finality excite in my bones;
Sleep softly dear children, dream well,
Know that I succeed; in this I did not fail.
Softly I tread to the top of the stairs,
Cobra like rope coiled in my hand;
Sleeping I hear their Mothers children,
Off in some dream redundant of cares
Peeking through cracks of half light,
Memories pulse in the temples of shame;
Bitter is the taste of unrequited blood,
Rope safely attached to the banister tight
Softly I climb to the top of the rail,
Relief and finality excite in my bones;
Sleep softly dear children, dream well,
Know that I succeed; in this I did not fail.
