(2009) Heartache Manor Poem by Deana Rode

I walk through an open door
the scent of tears and despair filling my lungs
visions of those in my past are waiting in the Foyer
the one who brought me here holding my arm

I didn't think I'd be back here so soon;
the place I'd been living for so many years..
Thought I'd finally found my exit out
believed I was at last free of these painful restraints..

Lights are flickering softly from hundreds of candles
names of the fallen carved into their soft skins
reddened eyes look around the familiar scene..

My Joy is checked in
My Sorrow is wrapped in satin and placed in my arms
My Soul is shoved back into its deadly cell

I look at the one who's deceived me
and led me back to the steps of my hell
As the Mistress comes and leads me once more to my barren room
I shed a tear while I quietly cry out why...