The Hiatus

She lays herself to sleep.
She knows that I am there…
Yet, somehow, she doesn’t.

She travels into the land of chaos.
Tranforms into all sorts of things.

—

Then, she wakes.
Memories come rushing through, like morphine to her veins.
Oh, she’s alive!
She remembers how she hates this reality.
She hopes this ends.
Unbearing the painful reality, she rises.

I, still watching her, unknowing of her undoing, smiles.
She doesn’t notice.
She knows I am there…
Yet, somehow, she doesn’t.

~ by daerd on June 18, 2007.