2. No Air
The child sleeps,
the innocent weep.
Why does the child
have to reap
the hurt of a parent gone wild?
Struggling....squirming
to breath; under a pillow its smothering.
Who is doing this to me?
I cry out, trying to scream;
a zephyr removes the carbon dioxide.
My heart beating like the surge of a riptide.
My eyes blink desperately;
struggling in the darkness to see.
This void is shadowless,
and things begin to focus;
is it really aimless?
A darker movement at my door;
is this a dream, I wonder?
I bury my head under the cover.
Not soon did I discover
that I shouldn't scream anymore.
For whoever it was,
might return because...
maybe it was the boogie man.
I wish I had ran
from this badman.
No longer wanting to strive;
all I want is to survive.
I run to my mommy's room;
she was battered and consumed.
Bloodied and bruised,
her pajamas misused.
In pieces, scattered,
was my heart shattered?
I look back at the door,
making sure I didn't see more,
of that shadows contour.
I reached out with open arms
to comfort, to disarm
the fear that stired.
This violence she encountered,
can I impede it, encumbered.
Love can preserve;
please don't conserve
your efforts to stop the hatred.
The dirt tries to cover,
to hide, like an anchor.
by Gary Hodges....April 28/1997
Artist: "Blind Naviagtors", artist uknown
