The Babe With the Power
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* you remind me of the babe *
* what babe? *
* the babe with the power *
* what power? *
* the power of voo-doo *
* who do? *
* you do *
* do what? *
* remind me of the babe *
************************** (from The Labyrinth)
The oubliette you've dug, Kell,
is deep, the walls are thick,
I wish I had noticed as
you built it, brick by brick.
Your dungeon is unique because
there's only one way out.
For years we've thrown you lifelines:
I'm sure you heard our shouts.
But you just keep on digging,
deaf to all our pleas,
our rescue ropes can't reach you,
blood's running from our knees.
You hoard your accusations,
a can of worms upon your shelf,
but now you can get rid of it
because I blame myself.
It's time to stop digging,
build a ladder now, instead,
get off the drugs and alcohol,
let reality clear your head.
I'm waiting at the top, Kell,
my hands and arms out-stretched,
my tears run down the walls of
your self-made oubliette.
©Danielle White
OUBLIETTE:
Pronunciation: \?ü-ble-'et\
Function: noun
Etymology: French, from Middle French, from oublier to forget, from Old French oblier, from
Vulgar Latin *oblitare, frequentative of Latin oblivisci to forget.
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