IN MY CRADLE OF REJECTION

BENEATH A SKY OF BLACK AND BLUE,

BEFORE I SLEEP AND WHEN I WAKE

THE ONLY THOUGHT I HAVE IS YOU...

BUT NOTHING IS FOREVER;

NOT A CHILD WILL KEEP HIS HEART,

AND YOU HELD ME IN YOUR ARMS

UNTIL THE WORLD TORE US APART...

AND NOW I HAVE NOTHING

BECAUSE FOREVER DOESN'T EXIST,

THE CHILREN TORMENT AND TAUNT ME

WITH THE MEMORY OF YOUR KISS...

WHEN YOUR ICY HANDS WERE ON MY HEAD,

EROTIC CHILLS SWAM THROUGH OUR BED,

FROM WITHIN THAT DARKNESS MY MEMORIES BLED,

TILL MY HANDS WERE NUMB...

AND MY TEARS WERE SHED...

BUT NOW I STAND ALONE INSTEAD...

AS THE CHILDREN ACROSS MY SANITY TREAD.

THIS LIFE OF DEATH FILLS ME WITH DREAD...

I SHOULD HAVE FROM THEIR DARKNESS FLED.

BUT I'LL SURVIVE...THAT'S WHAT THEY SAID...

UNTIL THE DAY THAT WE ARE WED.

ENOUGH ALREADY!

THIS POEM IS DEAD.

© JUNE 20, 1996 By Jason Wright