Almost Something
Fall asleep, gently told
a mother's words seldom hold
the truth about what lays ahead
or of the things that lay beneath my bed
Stay with me, when you sleep
I'll hold you safe and forever keep
all the demons at your feet
hold them down before you weep
All the voices, they disappear
take away all that you may fear
A warmer hand held for you
a way to find out the hidden truth
I don't think, these words say
all the things that we pray
half-formed lies from their heart
the fables that keep us apart
Copyright © John Allen | Year Posted 2015
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem.
Please
Login
to post a comment