Daylight is disturbing enough with her,
teetering on the edge
Of my hard-drawn boundaries,
Sticking a particular finger across.
She doesn’t even realize,
she lacks the mental fortitude.
As if she hadn’t already had enough of my time,
I see her behind my lids,
Mom dreams;
fear and beach scenes,
Day after night,
I search for reasoning,
Logic,
A way to know,
Control.
SPACE
From the wrong,
From the injury and injustice.
She cannot cease,
And knows nothing of how to desist.
No one would help her mend her aching,
And it boiled over
To the rest of us.
But because no one cared enough,
To create
Not a happy ending,
But a safe and quiet life.
So my mind creates,
What no one else will.
SickyBeat 