From when the sun shines in
To when the light beams out
A soft voice begins to doubt
The silk on the wall that now falls down
Only one thought- and yet she drowns.

How can joy caress my heart
When at this age I have to part
From the Copper Curtains that wrapped my heart.

How will my beauty shine
When there is none left
A theft has made me bereft of my silk divine.

With a tear that I realize cannot be seamed
And no string that will match
The flame grows stronger and I continue to ponder

How will he love when I don’t love
I dare not imagine how to cover with fashion
What used to move with the grace of a dove.

Even so, it would not be the same.
Though I do try to be brave
My dinkom silk is all I crave.

The feelings I have I shove into a box,
Hide them and lock them with the speed of a fox
But space is limited.

Others do not care; It seems I’m just a toy
In a sick statistical roundabout ploy
That brings me back to a silkless day.

How I know is how I see
I fail to understand how they have helped me
When they ignore my every plea.

Please listen when I say
Reason is not reason to bounce my spirits.

Distractions keep me sane as I try to not complain
But when the shades run closed and nobody is home
I remain with my thoughts—alone.

Of what was and what could be
What I constantly lose and you cannot see
My solemn misery in my every hour
Consumes my heart and tries to devour
My kindred spirit which tries to hold on
But once again—all hope is gone.