Drowning within her four walls,
Soaked in self made torment.
Submerged in agony,
Little fight left.
Returning to the dark places,
Her mind draws her to.
Surrendering in error,
To the things she once knew.
Perhaps her hurt will all drift away,
Upon gentle waves of continuity.
Perhaps her eyes will open,
And this will have been, but a dream.
Or maybe she’ll drown,
Within her four walls.
Eyes closed forever,
In her slow, steady fall…
©E.D. Allee
September, 2014
A glass vessel stalks his sanity,
Traps him in a protective shell.
Set adrift upon the ocean of his mind,
No navigation, no sail.
Unsinkable, dry and safe,
Able to rest with ease.
A Bystander in his own waking dream,
This prison is his reprieve.
To loneliness’ torment he’s numb.
He’s lived most of his life alone.
All the world offered him was pain,
This is now his home.
The doctors say the medication will help.
They will pull him back from his isolation.
From the fantasy world in which he dwells,
They don’t understand this IS his liberation.
Time will tell if the glass will break.
If the raging see will recede.
If his vessel of protection is broken,
Will he simply sink?
©E.D. Allee
April, 2014
Image: http://universalangelicview.files.wordpress.com/2013/05/gaiaprotectsme.jpg
Daylight’s not her friend,
Simply a reminder that night will fall again.
Darkness will blanket her once sunlit world,
And she’ll have to survive, have to endure.
The nightmares that haunt.
The unrelenting torment.
The shadows that have come.
The shadows which have left.
The vigilant watch.
The eyes wide open.
Back against the wall.
No relief until morning…
When light returns,
Only to remind her,
The dark will come again.
©E.D. Allee
March, 2014
Pic:http://www.tryhypnosisnow.com/newimg/NYC_Fear_of_the_Dark_Hypnosis_New_York.jpg
I remember when,
I was trying to stop dying.
I remember when,
I could not stop the crying.
I remember when,
I thought I’d never quit hurting.
I remember when,
I lost my shield for life’s sting.
I remember when,
Hope was strange and fleeting.
I remember when,
Nothing stopped the bleeding.
It pains me to see people brand new in sobriety,
Emotions twisted and unsettling.
Fear the dominant reality,
Pain unrelenting.
Trying to grasp onto some semblance of sanity,
Hearing muffled voices, not clear on what they’re saying.
Told to hold on and just not pick up today,
Fighting the constant pull to flee, reluctantly staying.
Believing I’d never be happy again,
Saturated in a self pity that despised the smiling.
Wondering how I’d ever Learn to live,
Without something to numb what I was feeling…
I saw me today.
Back in January of last year.
And I wanted to put her in my pocket,
To wipe her abundant tears.
I didn’t buy fully the things people said back then,
Their promises were pipe dreams to me.
I struggled each second for new breath,
Tormented by a darkness all consuming.
But,
The promises proved not to be lies,
If only she too can believe.
My heart still hurts for her,
I pray God can work through me…
©E.D. Allee
March, 2014
Pic:http://nyahmag.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/01/crying-woman.jpg
Come sing me a lullaby
One to help me close my eyes
Eyes which wish to dream of you
If only slumber they knew
Come sing me a lullaby
A sweet voice as if from on high
Restful comfort I would know
If you could only make it so
Come sing me a lullaby
From so far away, please try
For I long for darkened eyelids
Could you grant me this one wish
Come sing me a lullaby
Soft and sweet while still I lie
In restless torment I spend my nights
I need your song to calm the fright
Come sing me a lullaby
I’ll be waiting, standing by
Till you are here with song
I’ll dream awake till the nightmares are gone
©E.D. Allee
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