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|
|13.||In Your Arms||10/7/2012|
Comments about Mel. D.
The red line slowly rises,
Puffy and bold against my pale arm.
Why must I make so many promises
If I'm the only one that I harm.
It's my only escape from everything,
My salve for life's harsh burns.
It's for when challenges are flaring
and it seems as if insanity governs.
It's for when friends just don't understand
And are suddenly horrible at advising.
When there is no helping hand,
The pain looks its most enticing.
It's for when the secrets get heavy
And I can't risk letting myself shout.
When I need some relief badly,
Dark things lurk in the dark;
They come out to play at night.
But I don't hide myself from them
Even though the monsters can bite.
Becasue, really, I'm not afraid of the night.
The darkness can be fixed with a flashlight.
I'm afraid of waking up in the morning
And having to go out into the daylight.