He sat and gazed into the day,
Just as he did in rare moments,
For occasionally,
Life gave him no choice.
We are all children
To someone,
Even when cast to the wind,
Ignored,
Or worst of all,
Patronized.
How do you say that it hurts,
When you know
That you face only ridicule?
For there is no truth,
None that bears any but pain,
And your truth is only in who you want to be,
In who you must be,
For all of the warped reasons
Which are borne in your neglected mind.
I dream of Satin and Darkness,
Endless peace,
Where no pained labor
Is unnoticed,
Much worse than disregard,
As this suffering is inflicted
By she who was meant to heal.
Satin and Darkness brings rest,
And no self doubt,
But thoughts are left to wander,
And to fear that I am unloved.
So, my loving heart is tired,
Forever weakened by disregard,
And you stand laughing,
Inside,
But all I feel is your sneer
On my back,
As I walk away,
Dreaming of Satin and Darkness,
And a quiet peace at last…