Lament of Patrick de Vermiis

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By: Kyraleth Posted on: May 29, 2006


I don't...remember what I saw,
Behind that...dark? light? curtain,
But Auntie says it Was a dream...
I had 'cuz I was hurtin'.

I think I fell...and bumped my head?
Like Bran in Nanny's fable...
But when I woke up...yesterday?
I...sat up on a table!

I was in the...big white tower,
With lights and bottles...and she!
That strange woman who pulled the ropes,
And watched my Auntie...and me?

My Auntie held a...little doll,
It looked so...tiny and small,
But it had my face! Mouth, nose...eyes?
Fingers and...hair, it had it all!

There was...more light, swirling all 'round,
Then we were...back at Auntie's?
She hugged me...told me I was safe,
But...why do they still haunt me?

She won't let go my hand today,
But still...I always see them,
All 'round her door and...bedroom,
They pose like...a museum?

They never move,they never...talk,
I see them, from all races,
Even old Agnes, looking...sad,
I see...right through their faces.

Auntie tells me...not to worry,
When someone comes who...pains her,
But when the...screams and crying stops,
Another...ghost? remains here.

I don't know what is...happening,
Or why I...feel so sickly,
I want them all to go away,
They make my skin feel...prickly.