Crippled Play Things Poem by Nelson G. Remache

If the voice before me melts in truth.
What have they all seen in me?
Emptiness, a vast dark room-
I here by denounce!
Your crimes are true!
“Is it not? ! ” Someone loudly spoke.
From wall to wall before it fall-
Here I sit staring the deep black pit.
I dare not sleep, nor fear my dreams to keep-
Brightness before me shines
I dare not think, for if I sink
Not a blink will save my maid in pink.

I pull my hair, I shake my head…
I wonder why and I can’t deny-
“Am I alone? ” silently I whisper
As if I had a fellow here to whisper.

I turn around, for my window opens wide.
I crawl about, to find true my fearful doubt.
'Autumn is here…' She murmurs with a whisper.
“What have I done! ” inside my head I cry
“What should you do! ”
I hear the rain scream, as if he knew-
I crawl back as if time had turn all back,
To find my self wondering a mysterious attack,
I lean on my desk to rest my eyes,
To let them close and rest my mind,
The sun has shine,
My eyes are dark