Thoughts Into Words

Fate and Chance vie in a debate…
What does a thought look like
When it morphs into words?
Nothing like when Love and Grace
Cast with the dust of the stars…
A spell onto a mysterious
Collision of strange creatures.
It doesn’t matter what he thinks…
His thoughts won’t escape into words
Not while Sorrow walks with her,
Who bore a child whose blue eyes
Would never bear a single tear.
He sees now how a persuasive disguise
Led one night to a horror hidden…
Where outside a secret room
He heard her strident cry of wasted labor,
Changing her instincts forever.
Only Exhaustion could still her torment.
His thoughts wouldn’t escape into words
To distract her from what has befallen.
Neither Fate nor Chance, but Thought
Deceived her about what he felt,
But his thoughts wouldn’t escape into words.
He dearly wished for a second chance…
He clearly wished he could forget
What Memory would prorogue until,
In his endless sleep, he may enter
The one blind dream of a dead child,
In the arms of his mother,
And his thoughts won’t escape into words.

~Dr.M