I see the Bright — young Day
Enveloping myself — in Dark
Slowly I hear — as I lay
The Song — of a Lark
The Blades — whisper in the Wind
Growing faint — touch my back.
To All — mine Eyes are Blind
But my Flashes — in Black.
I lay — swimming in my head —
Thoughts provoked by — that on the Bark.
Sensation of me on my Bed —
Coming from the — Song of a Lark
There — I am Still —
I hear Rustles come near
Murmuring of the Pill —
All taken — aback with Fear.
No matter — the Blades lift me —
Strangers turn — Hear their Cries
I Breathe the Blades — leave me Be.
The Song of the Lark — Dies.
This original work was submitted to and published by the Live Poets Society of NJ for American High School Poets’ Spring 2013 compilation, “Inside of Me.”