Bitter Cycle Poem by Hermione Femalton

Time is the keeper;
Tearing us apart,
With fine winding tendrils,
It strangles the heart.

Silence is the pain;
Stillness is the king,
Of the pounding and the screams,
What the emptiness can bring.

Darkness is the loneliness;
Night cloaks the land,
Of everything we don’t know;
We never understand.

Bitterness and anguish,
Despair, pain and hate,
In your pathetic life,
The freedom comes too late.

The calming and the prayer,
Can never keep you sane,
Empty life beginning,
To start the pain again.

(March 2008)