Can Still Hold You
In this closet darkness pervades,
the door has been locked from the inside.
Curled in the corner, eyes shut, she remains.
Unseen demons there await
outside in the moon light.
Flowers dance while sweet music plays as
lithesome images pass through her mind,
her dreams laid bare this long lonely day,
all of the fantasies she'll never find.
Beneath closed eyelids
her golden prince rescues her
from endless darkness.
I have no golden armor,
yet my arms can still hold you.
For BW's "It's All About Four" Poetry Contest
Copyright © James Inman | Year Posted 2018