Whisper of Sorrow...

There, in the silence by my bed...

I see you all, once here;

Now around my head,

Memories too loud to hear,

Faces of the dead;

You gather now in the darkness,

Opening my eyes of pain,

The loss that keeps me company;

The nourishing, the food to feed,

A flock of misery.

I did not mean it, truly not,

But slipped between my lips and fought;

For air until I could not hold,

And off it flew,

Too rich in truth to stay,

Within the prison of this day.

Indeed, it is to you,

my God,

I pray.

Offerings

~  Gifts to the Goddess  ~

Poetry of Innocence