Secret Solitude Poem by Stuart Cuthbert

She sits in the playground lashes dripping the tears
Falling to the floor forming saddened puddles,
Then disappear
She walks along the path home skipping through the fears
Missing out the pavement cracks like heart attacks,
They disappear

My mother, my father,
Please won’t you listen to me

I never use a word
But still expect to be heard

But by the fire light shine
And the broken heart of mine
Hidden bruises
Day dream nooses
Am I the devils valentine

She lays down her tired head in a bath of rosy red
The taps she turned on have muscle to run along
And as her pupils fill the room in her porcelain tomb
The sadness would subside on the day their baby died

She sits in the darkened room her eyes swimming in tears
Falling to the floor forming angry puddles
Then disappear
She turns to the last one she loves for solace while he’s near
She turns her head whispers “she’s dead”
Then she disappears