The Strange Light

My eyes were beaming red and dry.
The daylight hurts anymore, so
in fear do I hide from it's cruel rays.
The room they locked me away in is dark and cold,
just the way I want it,
and no one comes and talks to me, ever.
Drawing pictures of demons,
engulfing the oh-so-innocent world in it's
intimidating grasp,
uselessness and that of burdens lie
waiting to flog me in it's path.
The cold air bites me so...
But, in the corner of my eye,
I see something.
How do I know it's real?
How do I know it's going to help?
How do I know anything...?
When I've been told all my life I couldn't?
I reach out to it.
"Help..." I whisper. "What are you?"
It's a light, and as it creeps closer,
it suddenly... stops.
I start running around.
Does this light intimidate me?
Does it want to harm me,
as I have myself done much?
Under an old desk, I hide
and wait for the light to find it's prey.
Drawing a picture of what Hell must look like,
taking the wondrous things and turning them
into demons themselves,
torturing me and the world around.
I might have done this to myself,
but the world doesn't deserve to pay.
The light comes closer to me,
and it gets so close, I start fearing.
I'm seeing this, aren't I?
Straitjacket me already.
Sedate me, just do it.
But the light... oh, the light,
...embraces me...?
"I am A Friend." the light tells me.
"Don't be scared."
How can I not be scared,
when I'm locked up and beat mentally
everyday?
I look at the light,
and I say, "Why?"
"Frightened is your question and frightened is your soul.
You've trusted everyone else, and their negativity took you whole.
Crying and aching have you been, and that, I feel from afar;
It's my soul that clings to you, and comforts you, wherever you are."
I don't believe.
I don't trust.
I cling to the leg of a broken desk, and hang my head low.
Trembling in the light that supposedly a friend.
Why do I let myself see these things?
"I see the wind blowing,
I see leaves flying.
I see flame in the clouds,
I see the birds crying."
"Confused and frightened and lost are you.
Fragile and helpless you seem to be.
Ease your nerves and love will I,
wipe the tears and fret so you may see."
"No.
No one can help this passerby.
No one can mend this broken soul.
No one can help me fly."
The light ponders how she would be so stubborn.
The girl wonders why he wants to help her.
THE DREAM CONTINUES...... ♥

©LJ
3 September 2012