Till The Day I Rest Poem by April DOWN

My vocal chords are raw
As I called for you in song
The weakened voice my flaw
Perhaps all along I was wrong

There is a choker around my neck
I guess I now symbolise my ancestors
Slowly I am dissolving into a wreck
The hideous pain and petulance festers

The nights when I am alive
It bares witness to my entirety
In the early hours I feel my drive
I can sense in the stars the divinity

By day I am false, locked in pretence
The stricken smiles, wide enough to bare my teeth
Emotionally driven I hide that I have lost all sense
Until the day I lay beneath my wreath