Sweet Child, Who Sent You

Who told you that I was worthy of your loyalty? Who told you I needed someone so desperately? Who told you to offer your affection to me, a broken carcass? A long dead, lingering soul, embodied briefly in words on paper? Me, a forgotten shadow, clinging to hope that someone out there knows my name? Do not lie to me, as I once lied Do not lie for me, do not let falsehood dirty your youthful lips Sweet child at my side If you tarry here, near me, as I die, You will break as I once broke I will not let you fade like that Sweet child at my side Who told you I needed the company? Who told you not to fear me? Who told you that I was not the monster, the witch that the others called me? Do not lie Child, sweet child Who sent you here, as a godsend, as a sunbeam in my loneliness? Sweet child, not mine Are you, perhaps, an angel, sent to bring me rest? Or more likely, the chosen child to nurse me, swallowing your fear in my presence. Do not lie, as I lied Do not lie sweet child, Sweet child at my side Why do you watch me writing, why do you stay so late? Do you not fear the darkness? Have you no nightmares of my company? Sweet child, ever near me, always at my side Who told you that I was in need? Who told you that I sore perished of solitude? Who sent you here to give me peaceful rest? Who sent you, sweet child, asleep on the hearth? Who sent you, my angel, do not lie -Maria L. Steele ©Copyright 2015. All rights reserved.