The Bookmark that smiled!

Loneliness is a penchant for me.

The dark soothes and caresses my soul.

Farther you are, worse it seems for me;

I tend towards the dark that promises warmth and keeps me whole.

I used to read, used to make my own realm.

Now, as the snow sticks to the ground,

Words seem peculiar and books I can’t whelm.

I try to relapse, reconstruct, repair and unbound.

Alas! Oblivion seems to have got hold, I can’t rebound.

Two by Two, sits by my bed.

It’s like Nicholas reminds me every morning,

Of this beauty that remains still unread.

Last Night, after you slept, I put on some music;

Picked up the book and decided to give it a go.

Craving for a cup of coffee, but frankly I could do without it although.

Randomly, as we do, I sprung it open from amid.

Appalled I was when a photograph fell, face down into my lap.

I hoisted it, gazed upon that beautiful smile, the pain it forbid.

Just then, the song changed and Ed sang Perfect along.

A coincidence, or reminding me of where we belong?

Time prevails, now you sleep away from my arms.

I lay awake, writing this poem, looking at your photograph,

The photograph smiles at me, assures me that it’s fine.

Yet, the dark prevails, joining forces with time,

And yet again,

Solace is mine.

  

Her regret.

The distant light flickers,
Aids her discern search of hope.
Left forlorn, she is left with wounds and blisters,
Lies were fine, betrayal is too much to cope.
She squirms out of pain,
But more distress is what she'll gain.
Many went down this path, never to return;
Harassed, broken and torn into a million parts.
But no, according to the authorities, it isn't a matter of concern.
A seven year old soul,
Thrown into a bottomless crevasse.
Who is to blame? Who shall be loathed for the loss?
All she wanted was to trust, trust a man to shadow her dad,
Who knew she will be the one to dread?
Courage and shame,
She and him.
I bet she resisted to her best, screamed and hit him back,
Courage she possessed, brave she was, but strength she lacked.
She didn't even know, what he intended to do,
A candy, and a promise of more;
And her innocent mind agreed to go.
The distant light flickers,
She's almost there, away from the pain,
Yet, she thinks about her mother and tries to make him stop,
She pleads, though he holds her firm, greed and lust atop.
Her mother could hear he scream,
even though far she was, virtually blind.
She knew her angel was in pain, she did call her Dad,
He was busy, he ignored her call,
That's the moment he'll dread after all.
But this isn't his fault, what could he've done?
Burned she was, when her uncle tore away her dress,
Betrayal and then followed distress,
What? Too painful to read?
 Yeah? Now think about the pain she felt in that stampede.
The distant light isn't distant no more,
She gave up just then, couldn't take no more.
Her soul is free now, she is happy to give up.
The only regret she has is the truth,
The truth that she won't be the last.
The candles seeking justice will burn away,
The voice of redemption isn't vast.
Faith is what she lost, maybe you ought to give it back,
Revise your ethics, uphold the justice, make it your knack.