Unaware
My body tenses
while thousands of
yellow eyes watch and learn of me
from the darkest corners
of my room.
A thousand naked hands
rest hovering over
my sleeping body.
Hands of glory, hands of the Saints.
For he sent his angels down to
watch over and protect,
to see that no harm is done to his child.
And he follows along with me in my dreams,
floating behind me and discovering
the hidden treasures of my inner mind.
Guide me and show me your riteousness, I scream.
I feel you, so show yourself
ABSTAIN.
I go around revolving doors,
back into the depths of
my childhood.
Back into time.
He watches, and shudders.
No child should have
felt that loneliness, that pain.
But I sat there cross-legged,
staring at my memories.
And watched a child in tears,
a child so totally alone and lost.
And he walked behind me,
closer still,
and he knelt down and embraced me.
Embraced his child he had failed to protect.
The angels, the guides,
they all came too late.
Or did they.
MANIFEST.
A sweet song
sung by a fragile girl
soliliquies of an ever present past.
she shatters
and pieces of the broken child
skatter everywhere.
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