staring out of the loony bin <br />her eyes wander the lifeless moor <br />as she twists her arms, mobility none <br />the chains on her ankles in moonlight shone <br />her eyes were pale but not lifeless <br />her lips were dry but nor wrinkled <br />her spirit was down but it still pulsed <br /> <br />she wondered why they came. <br />her loved ones, once they loved her <br />with pretty glitters and wrapped boxes <br />with fancy ribbons and fake smiles <br /> <br />it was midnight, the lights died <br />her mind drifted into sleep <br />her dreams seeked shores with sands of gold <br />in her ship with no skipper, fate held the helm <br />images of beauty plagued the deck <br />in her dreams she was once more beautiful <br />her words had left her fingertips <br />the pen had slipped away <br />but in these nights of drug induced dreams she was a poet again <br /> <br />she woke up to beads of sweat <br />dancing around her neck <br />she knew today's date <br />she knew about the wrapped boxes <br />it was the birthday of a lunatic<br /><br />jathin aka jesuzz<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/its-her-birthday/
