Them

THEM
They smile at me those faces,
Enveloped in perfect white
And I see them upon waking in the morning
And I see them as I drift to sleep at night
And for the longest time their presence
Seemed like a dawning light
Why now, do I ask the question
If their presence was ever right??

As I look into their pretty masks
I seem to think I have it worked out
I think I know the story line
The Q’s of what they’re about
But low I hear the voices
As a child, the screams and shouts
That never really phased me
As I thought this was the norm aloud

And now as a poised young lady
It saddens me to think something was wrong
With the world I have been brought up in
For only ever so long
And I realize there was no holding hands
Or memories of what was “their song”..
And I can’t seem to figure what it is that I’ve lost
All I know is something’s gone
May 5th 2000