Dark Queen

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
Portrait of a dysfunctional mother/daughter relationship.

Submitted: April 08, 2010

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Submitted: April 08, 2010



For you...

She sits in her throne, the dark queen of this home
Lone ruler of a solitary castle
The light of a TV, her parade of court jesters
Her trusted advisor, a dog she says is better
Than people, than them, than you, than me.
Mostly because she can't speak.
All I do, all I say is wrong
Why even breathe?

The dark queen, my friend, she hurts inside
Imbibing her fury like a fine wine
From a goblet fashioned of her pain and mine
Perplexing design.

A princess in exile, a cast away ship
Not knowing why she's unfastened her grip
A child alone in the park, so afraid
As she runs on ahead, and then fades away

The dark queen, my best friend
Piece of me, mother hen
Your world is a spiral, a labyrinth, a maze
I remember the talks, the laughs
And I long for the days
When we weren't two distant satellites
When I could confide all to you and, wrong or right,
Not be judged

I miss all the kingdoms we graced with our presence
The subjects we viewed and critiqued, so relentless
Were we with our devil may care spirits and mirth
My closest friend, since before my own birth

I miss you, dark queen, from my very core
And wish for an audience with you once more
But when I walk to your room
All I find's a closed door.

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