Foreverschild
Unposted
Fearless child in absentia, I know you so well, oceans in people make stranger things swell
Unwitting, you see things best left alone, just tell your mother you don’t want the phone
Warmth was so foreign if you only knew, stone was the bedrock from which you then flew
Words your scant wings that bore you aloft, hence from this darkened and cold under croft
Dark and forbidding the storms were for those, laid back to dream and let your eyes close
Imagine the chill disappears with the years, for you are but seeking to stave off the tears
Once for a moment or two you believe, you’re only seeking an icy reprieve
Frozen in time you could only debate, water could somehow erode this grim fate
Dream of the sky and the freedom you find, realise now you have left them behind
Peace in your mind is so tranquil and still, fate is the pain that expects you to fill
Forces you back to the sound of his voice, tells you that you have no other choice
The power of privacy weighs on your heart, screaming at you that the race cannot start
What better way than to build up a wall, shrinking down low so you don’t seem so tall
They may not find you, but you’ll always know, the frozen dimension you see isn’t snow
Your hunter stalks better than you think to hide, knowing that you have no one to confide
Crystalline beauty is thrust through your soul, never again can you ever be whole
Turned from the husk of the joy you once knew, warmth you have learned to quickly eschew
Fettered with darkness, you seek out your dream, however tainted, you hold in esteem
Empty inside, you stand by the wheel, hoping that iron can help you to heal
Difficult always, you are to provoke, instead turn the wheel to so private a joke
Transcend mere mysteries hoping to find, somehow you seek to become his one kind
You dream of the light that you seek to trip, but somehow you always instead seem to skip
Hope is a virus that spreads through your heart, not really caring that you're held apart
The deepening scar that once held your soul, has finally hollowed and taken its toll
When finally the spectre of him has arrived, what kind of mystery will you seek to contrive
The last dregs of lustre left here in your life, have piteous balanced in so distinct strife
Will love result from disharmony brought, or sheltering him be the price they then wrought
The final sighs of burning, unfulfilled hate, now will be sealed cleverly with your fate.