Poetry / write / Writing

Weeping by L.A. Murphy

Stop.
Don’t.
I don’t know you.
Where is she?
Gone.

Stranger.
Danger?
Faces in the fog.
Why am I here?
Am I lost?

Forever?
Or just for now?
I don’t want that, don’t give it to me.
I said don’t!
Understand!

The others,
They’re like me.
But they are not me,
They are impostors in this cage.
They’re too loud.

They don’t see the danger.
They don’t feel the fear.
They play and laugh and sing and dance and paint and draw and smile and eat.
Throw it away.
I won’t take it.

Will she ever return?
Or is this my home now?
Here among the creatures who laugh while I weep?
I won’t stop.
I’ll only get louder.

And louder,
And louder,
And LOUDER,
AND LOUDER,
Until…

I see her face.
There in the glass,
Warm and rich and comforting.
Waving,
Smiling.

She
Has
Returned.
Home
Time.

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