Beauty is in the imperfections

A blog of rambles, poetry, the occasional philosophical thoughts, and pieces of me.

Thursday, January 13, 2011

Doubt

Now I lay me down to sleep, I pray
For peace that never comes as my legs wrap
Sheets around them restlessly while I toss
And turn as she appears slowly next to me
Wrapped in a fine mist which slowly turns into
A body with black hair covering her face leaving
A single ice blue eye staring from behind the ebony curtain
A cruel smirk painted upon her lips.

Her eyes boring through mine, sharper than
Any dagger’s tip as words bite my soul injecting
Venom far deadly than a cobra’s that begins to
Course through my veins lighting my heart on
Fire with deadly pain.

“Liar,” she coos as finger nails slowly dig in my
Skin leaving beads of fear and anxiety rolling down
My arms like tears that I refuse to let fall
“Why do you pray?” She continues to ask, pulling
Me closer, tightening her grip as my anxiety levels
Begin to rise, my eyes frantically searching for an escape
Pleading for her to let me go

“You know you have problems,
I fear they are much too great for
Anyone to care, much less the man
Upstairs,” she purred so sweet I almost
Forgot that what came from her mouth was
A lie that I had forged in the back of my mind

She continued to hold me all through the night
My faithful companion,
Doubt never left my bed that night.

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