Friday, December 31, 2010

Slivers Of Steven

The following is an original poem by G. Laidlaw. © Copyright by the author. All rights reserved. Used with permission.

Slivers of Steven

When streetlights urge the lunar moth
to wish upon a star
You smash against your eyelids
Like a hornet in a jar

Ambulance screaming muted
Racing to the scene
Of a five dragon pile-up
In a young child's dream

You sweat the blood of sinners
And babies underfed
Where Madonna's "like a Virgin"
Burned a hole through your head

The lights are on but no one's home
God pushed you down the stairs
You're empty faced and glassy-eyed
Gasping still for air

Abandoned like a family secret
No one wants to claim
Time and freedom slipped away
Pain and scars remain

Like dewdrops on a spider web
The drool on your chin
Reflects a ray of golden light
Into shadows deep within

Darkest corners of your mind
Dragons yet run wild
Burning monarch butterflies
To enslave your inner child

You will never leave the garden
To kneel at Heaven's gate
To live and die a thousand times
Each day remains your fate


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  1. I am speechless! So well written, I have so much more insight into Autism now.
    Thank you