Cool breezes blow through screen windows
Creaking open and shut
the old wooden doors
The sky continues to darken with each passing minute
Thunder softly roars from a distance
I sit and try to listen to it
while hidden in the highest room
As far as I can get
from the tormentor below
I plug my ears as the voice calls to me
Ignore it's attempt to lure me back down
Back into a whirlwind of mind games
and fantasy
Confusion between fact and fiction
Deception beyond understanding
I try to move quietly so as not to cause a stirring
But still wonder if I am ever truly safe
So often feeling defenceless
I can only patiently wait
until my protector returns
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Written July 22nd, 2006
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very cliver wonderful metaphor going on here really smart piece of writing flawless.
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