Sat in the corner of her dark, disturbed room <br />Hiding from the careless lackadais <br /> of the outside worldly folk <br />The thoughtless gesture, the idle look <br />The conversations that glanced across the heart <br /> like a bullet <br /> <br />By a candle’s dim flicker <br />She soothed the wounds, took <br /> restitution in the solace of a word <br />Found majesty in a syllable <br />Tuned an ear to the rhythms <br /> of the heart <br /> <br />And from the stillness of the shadows <br />Plucked brilliant shafts of reverberating <br /> light.<br /><br />Laurence Overmire<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/weird-emily/
