The Evil Queen

Written October 10, 2010

Deep in the sanctuary of privacy...

Hidden away from prying eyes

Closing the doors to public eyes

Once again I curl up in my bed of needles...

Close to the darts that pierce my heart...

Those that have nothing to do with the ones on my skin

Tired of Destiny's little dance of misery...

Seeking sleep and solace

But none would come....

The tears roll down my cheeks

Sobbing silently, hidden away behind barriers and blockades

Trapped in my own silent bubble.... only the shadows to keep me company

I feel Them hit the walls, scrabbling to find a way in

A way to wake my sorrow... make it a matter of public scorn

They call me a witch n hurl abuse

They cut off my supplies, I'm all alone

They take courage in their multitude... a crowd against the throne

Behind my barred windows, I pretend not to hear; I curl up in my bed and cry some more

I'm stone hearted and insensitive

For not responding to their jeers... or giving in to my fears

But behind the pale blue muslin, the snowy exterior

Behind the unrelenting eyes...

Hidden in the dark, restrained by trembling lips and teary eyes

Afraid to open up, afraid to trust

Too afraid to move or speak, afraid to sleep, afraid to do anything

A quivering wreck of nervous grief; a mass of jumbled thoughts

Emotions running too deep

A target I've become, complete with rings

White and blue and red... bang on come your arrows

Piercing the tender golden flesh

Reduced to mere victory points

And yet again, and again, as I wear this mask

Carved features set in gemstone

Rich robes and expression of scorn;

Covering up the diseased flesh

Tears hidden beneath layers of facade

Rejecting abuse and never letting show

What the strain has reduced me to...

Queen of my country I remain, till the walls do fall

Queen of my country I will be... long after the winds have changed..

Long after the sun would bend gently its gaze

On the ruins of this turret.. my last safe haven.. my last retreat

Locked in, for my own safety... I look out with longing

Bidding goodbye.... breathing in for the last time the fresh air...

High above the commotion... on a plane away from the misery

This little window... my only reach to freedom... only claim to happiness

The swallows take my last words... whispered notes of Bittersweet

Never forget me, I say... Thanks for the memories