2Sufferance
In slumber as the pale moon rise,
Two and one a kin, of two generations come;
Barricaded in spaces separate
With a barrier; incomplete.
Hidden above clouds, the moon whispers to stars surround,
Voices heard by the sleeping child; waking slowly.
Of days had come, of earth and all; through that which barred,
The she-child suffers as whispering goes on.
Calmly, still waters flow, away from mountains fall,
Steering far from harsh, prattling rocks,
Digging riverbeds deep; beyond sunlight's reach,
Delighting in all save waking nights.
The twinkling stars appears as just,
As the bright whispering moon is clear;
Gently it would the flinching child deny,
Away in the shadows she hides, afraid.
Once, twice, precious tears fell from her eyes,
A sight the entire universe would deny!
For none but darkness her witness be,
In the most trusted sanctuary.
Author's Notes:
Something I wrote based on a story I've known of a long, long, long time ago.
Interpretation is up to you, dear readers.
I have, of course, my own personal interpretation of this, which I may share with you in time to come.
Well, please read and review.
About my stories:
This is a dilemma I'm in.
I've written out endings, and later chapters that led to my endings, but nothing in between.
There's always the destination in mind, but never the journey to account.
I'm just so childish and naïve.
Wish me luck in completing the current phase in my life, college.
I will hopefully be graduating in June with a scholarship for my next phase in life – university.
Until then.