Thoughts in the Dark
If her eyes were headlights,
She thought she could see through the dark.
If her tongue were paper,
She could rip it out, no bleeding
If her ears were both stone,
She’d never hear a painful word.
If her heart, mind, were stone,
She’d never have feeling again.
Poet’s Notes: This poem came about while thinking of dramas I’d seen on television. Many characters enter dark places in their lives and, as in the real world, we don’t get to hear their thoughts. This is my imagining on how some devastated character might feel.