Shattered

Shattered


Solitude was my sole request,
solitude and silent rest.
Neither of which did I gain,
as I watched the pounding rain.
For solitude I didn’t own,
intruded by someone unknown.

Name was all I asked for,
silence, not a whisper more.
A name, a sign of reason within,
from my companion, somehow hidden.
A name, sign of reasoning…
in this night, with doom to bring.

Business he had with me,
this is all I asked to see.
Not a whisper of a why,
answered my pleading cry.
Just a hint I wasn’t alone.
Not a whisper…not a moan.

Searching became my next choice,
since this intruder lent no voice.
Down the hall, I began seeking,
but stumbled on my thoughts creeping.
...I'd met this intruder long ago...
met, but never got to know.

To ask again would gain no reply,
this I knew, but felt a need to try.
So again I asked of a name,
but the answer came the same.
Not a word came from the dark.
Silence always the sole remark.

Thoughts of terror crept upon me:
what if this was beast, somehow free?
Now I cowered in my corner,
no longer brave...not quite so sure.
Picking up a bookend of great weight,
I once again set out to find this fate.

“Your name!" I cried out in great despair…
answer came; a shout in an echo's lair.
“Surely you came with some reason!”
My voice seemed calm, so shaken deep in.
My intruder had come before.
Silence would enter my world no more...

Desperate for this game to end,
I leapt around the hallway’s bend.
Seeing a silent, shadowed face,
Memories…seen...longed to erase.
Hurling my weapon at the face which brought such fear…
Even today I can still see it…in pieces of the shattered mirror.




Written - Around November 2004 - 14 yrs old