Anticipate

Highly departed in a dreaded tower
Yet cease a beautiful flower
Elegantly curved and shaped in glory
As gorgeous as in a fiction story
Long Florissant golden hair
Sea like eyes with specs of sand
She moved silently with care
But always to her demand

Tip toe upon the granite floor
Check the lock of the wooden door
No way out, no scapegoat in sight
Yet open the window and let in the light
Hear the mighty creature roar
Tremble at the eerie sound
Back up I will do no more
Oh! Let me be found

See the valley over all
Yet how can one be so small
Tears of sorrow appear to me
No one can hear my long lasting plea
To this I might as well go insane 
Can I be so forgotten? 
I try so hard not to complain
I do not believe that I am that rotten 

To what do I owe this wonderful curse?
Nothing is worse
Than parents that hate the loved
It’s like they had shoved
Me into a crowed of unknown people 
Not concerned at all about my wellbeing 
Sent me away with only a necklace of opal
Not ever foreseeing

My future with care
Not even a blessing or a prayer
Was given to me
Always trapped and never free
 Such appalling parents
Wicked they are
To cause such events
Is truly bizarre
And yet I forgive them with all my heart
 Even though it has torn us apart
Although I am speechless of what I would say to them

Copyright © Melrose Lar | Year Posted 2008

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