Inner Child

Inner Child

Light pierces

The jagged ring of darkness

Emptying out Its wilted justice

And maggot filled bag of tricks

And darest thou

Ye still don’t speak

For a spell close to eternity

The shadows still echo

A mind erasing horror

Stained and marked permanently

By the royal colored blood

Sticking sweetly to your upper lip

The once brilliant dagger smile fades

Your swing set is now empty

© 11/14/1994, William Grant Preston

Grant's Rants - Poetry