Cynthia's Journal - Human Drama

She’s the color blue

So deep she cannot move

Through her eyes she speaks

To your heart

She’s a hurricane

A storm you cannot brave

Instinct says fear

In words so clear

And she’s a little girl

Eyes closed on the tilt-a-whirl

Can she see the arms

Waiting below?

She’s the saddest poem

That you ever took to bed

In candle light

Questions burn bright

Cast through imagery

Of love denied and pain that follows

Threats unrealized

And speaking ghosts with hearts so hollow

Sits a little girl

Reeling in an imperfect world

Writing in rhyme

Frozen in time

How many times has she

Awoken from the dream

Suspicious of

Scars left behind?

And what is the cost?

For, surely, there is a cost

To live the verse

Perverse and so near

Ink and pen describing

Blood and sweat and fear devoured by

The spider of the web that

Leaves the heart that loves unconquered

She’s the saddest poem

Yeah, she’s the saddest poem

She’s the saddest poem

Yeah, she’s the saddest poem

She’s the saddest poem