Little Bird Poetry

Pray my lovely girl pray for better tomorrows ignore the hounds beneath your feet and try to dance amongst the leaves every day is a gift although you don't want to receive it what is this you hide scars on pale flesh that glimmer in pale moonlight why do your tears shimmer as they fall hitting your lap as rain strikes the lake all wet all the time yet never seeming to fill or drain more with each one dropping what is this my darling girl this emptiness I have found a once-mighty oak now cut clean through sap pooling at its roots coming to accept the coming fall

Wooden floors creak under bare feet Afternoon light comes through high windows Joy should be filling the empty holes But warm tea instead trickles in Damp hair wrapped in cotton Baggy clothes and books over skin Where is the passion I sought Hidden beneath my shell I find her there Laying dormant Sleeping for however long it may take Little black dogs With snoring breaths Lay across my blanketed lap No one ever told me That purgatory Would be so comfortable But numbing all at once