Mel. D. Poems
|4.||Daddy's Little Soldier||9/26/2012|
|5.||In The Corner||10/13/2012|
|9.||So Far Away||7/17/2014|
|12.||In Your Arms||10/7/2012|
We've always been the very best of friends,
And I told her all of my secret stuff,
Private matters she promised to defend,
And I thought that her promise was enough.
She knows that my life has been pretty tough,
And I thought that she understood the need
To keep to herself the parts that were rough;
That's the arrangement to which we agreed.
But apparently trust is too hard to heed,
For she spilled to someone she barely knows,
Dug up and told what in her I'd buried,
So now she must reap what it is she sews.
My closest friend has become a stranger; ...
The light is too bright and the darkness too deep,
The silence too shattering, every breath screaming,
Every thought stabbing, not able to plunge into sleep
Yet longing for a moment of peace to be dreaming,
Crying for the thoughts to stop, but it only heightens
As my brain rebels, not throbbing, not that nice,
No, it shrieks as it conjures up medieval weapons
To shove through itself; in its torture it’s very precise,