Parasitism

• Ella Stevenson, Grade 12
• Poetry
• 2010

There I stood
Entangled in the sharp of the hawthorn,
Waiting
Hoping to dive into the depths of the blue

From within I would try and reach
But each time more blood would fall upon the thorn
But never did I show the scars it left
The blue has possessed my heart

As the blood and tears mixed
A brilliant Vermillion shone
The hawthorns simper was always.
All i wanted was to run

I yearned
To feel, to touch, to hold
The hawthorn knew
As thorns cut deeper

But never did the blue give up on me
Until,
One day
I awoke again

All in my head
I long to be the drama
My head, is where I want to be
The world around me dies
Whilst I thrive inside

All my waking hours
I search for something new
To make my life
Into something more
I will never stop this dreaming

Surrounded
But only by mist
Empty
To the naked eye

Blue
I was waiting
However blinded
Just as you are

I am free
Untill reality sets in
A fixation
It will be true

What is it I ponder?
The wanting
For being where I am not
Oh, how i crave
For reality to become

The blues hand
Beat down again
With the pianoforte ambience
Omitted was a sob

Darkness grew over
Vagueness was a cloud
I felt the hand no longer
Ire was my new blood

The condensation against my fingers
Only momentarily
In the silver moon light
Shards glitter and fall to the ground around me

No longer will I stand motionless
The mothers heroin
To his Tonic
My family reunion at last

The familiar rattle I hear
Yet again
Disturbs my dream
The blue pills again
To stop my world