Michael Edwards

SUPRESSIONS HOLD

 

 

SUPRESSIONS HOLD

 

Released from night times dark abyss

in restful languor as she lay

with rising mists and light of dawn

her wandering mind escaped from dreams.

 

Recumbent still her eyes yet closed

she felt a wandering cooling breeze

that smoothed her hair

and stroked her face with gentle touch.

 

Her stirring mind by glimpse perceived

a barren place with haunting trees

where she’d been brought unknown to her

across his back in potions grasp.

 

Aware now of restraining hands

and by their grip bestirred she knew

the truth of her inflicted fate

in anguished grief she lay there still

a hostage to supressions hold.