Ode to Darcy – Part I

One breath, in a room despair.

Two breaths, who would care

That he wanted but be nowhere.

One sigh, in remembrance

Of those that were no more.

Two sighs, so ingrained

Sounded like a high society bore.

 

One breath, one pair of eyes.

Two breaths, senseless disguise.

One breath, a society beneath his own

Two breaths, one had to feel forlorn.

One question, sheer torture.

He’s asked to join the overture

Two questions, a shocking spectacle

Anguish in his breast spreads its tentacles.

 

Around his heart, around his soul

No room to breathe or smile

No room to run or react

Not even like a fool beguile

One step, fresh air

Familiar faces.

Two steps, a longing

For his sister’s embrace.

 

One sigh, the night is over

Two sighs, tomorrow will come

In time to recover.

For now, one breath, good night

Two breaths, no peace to find.

 

 

Rita Lacerda Watts – 26 October 2016

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