~ A Flicker On The Page ~ (A collection of drafts and short stories)

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Dreams, my lover, my despair

Waking dawn, a curse that leaves me bare 

Colliding, crashing, falling down

Can these tremors lift me from the ground?

The ground beneath me will not move

The sky cackles above, the moon sings a sympathetic tune

Perhaps the acts of love, hate and care

Are really little echoes, of the world beyond our stare

If I cling to flesh, blood and water

Does it make me, as you so dispelled, your real daughter?

Its names, constructions, fictions and lies

Can't you see it doesn't matter? There's a world beyond our pathetic lies

And thee who locked me in this box, cursed me not to see

I sometimes address you, as though you'd hear me in this disorientated sea