Softly I weep on goose-down bed.
Tears fall like acid rain.
Listless lying now breathes a sigh
But all I see are white, white walls
But so close by - morning skies!
Trapped here I lie in prison cell
I carve my doom, unawares
So unawares I craft a snare
-Rachel Sharpton, December 2003
Yet nothing soft will soothe my head.
The darkness looms to make my dread.
No dawn will come to welcome me.
No comforting words will ease my pain.
Trapped I am here in my heart's disdain.
Whatever reason is beyond me.
From parched lips and bottomless cry
To break forth wings and learn to fly.
So chains of mind can make me free?
And endless halls, and endless halls.
For the time here always stalls
Because Time has made a prison of me.
A golden hue - the dawn arise!
And miles above a bird flies.
But there is no such dawn for me.
Of candlelight and opaque hell
That were all made very well
By the hands belonging to me.
Whilst seeping down my life long stairs
Is blood like tears, but no one cares -
No one in my mind of me.
To shred my fingers bloody bare,
And no one comes to warn me there.
A golden dawn I'll never see.
