Silk

From when the sun shines in To when the light beams out A soft voice begins to doubt The silk on the wall that now falls down Only one thought- and yet she drowns. How can joy caress my heart When at this age I have to part From the Copper Curtains that wrapped my heart. How will my beauty shine When there is none left A theft has made me bereft of my silk divine. With a tear that I realize cannot be seamed And no string that will match The flame grows stronger and I continue to ponder How will he love when I don’t love I dare not imagine how to cover with fashion What used to move with the grace of a dove. Even so, it would not be the same. Though I do try to be brave My dinkom silk is all I crave. The feelings I have I shove into a box, Hide them and lock them with the speed of a fox But space is limited. Others do not care; It seems I’m just a toy In a sick statistical roundabout ploy That brings me back to a silkless day. How I know is how I see I fail to understand how they have helped me When they ignore my every plea. Please listen when I say Reason is not reason to bounce my spirits. Distractions keep me sane as I try to not complain But when the shades run closed and nobody is home I remain with my thoughts—alone. Of what was and what could be What I constantly lose and you cannot see My solemn misery in my every hour Consumes my heart and tries to devour My kindred spirit which tries to hold on But once again—all hope is gone.