TORMENTING
VISIONS
I sleep, taunted in my sleep.
I dream, haunted in my dream.
Thoughts thrust out are replaced
By new ones with an old theme.
Incessant thoughts
Relentlessly pursuing me.
Tormenting visions creeping
Through to consciousness.
Blue eyes or brown?
A smile, a frown, a laugh, a cry.
You wonder why I wasn't there
.....or perhaps you don't.
I do.
copyright 1988 Blanche Thompson |
LOST TO
MYSELF
I reach back across the years
Buried deep in my memory,
Looking for the young woman
I thought myself to be.
I find instead a frightened child,
Crying out in pain,
Nothing left for me to lose,
Nothing more to gain.
Lost to myself . . . inside myself,
No one ventures near
To see the trembling figure
Of this child hiding here.
So I reach out -- spanning time--
Going deep within my soul
To cradle this child's hand in mine
And tenderly guide her home.
My arms will ever embrace her,
My heart fills with her tears,
But she will never again be lonely
. . . I will always be right here.
copyright
1988 Blanche Thompson
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