Only a Mistake

BY CAROLE NICHOLS


It's the dark thoughts that torment,
Taunting the mind, forbidding rest;
In a room as silent as a tomb,
The weight, cold and heavy in my breast.

My eyes feel a disquieting burning,
I've never before been a mistake;
The description of me will not leave,
And it's so very hard to take.

My God, it's a bitter, biting thing,
How many others have walked this path?
Falsely accused, yet even the truth,
Will not alter the cutting wrath.

I close my eyes against the pain,
Trying to find some inner peace;
I can almost smell the illlusive scent
Of that place to give the hurt release.

The breakers beckon in the foam,
As I go once more to that salty shore;
With a tempting view of the horizen,
I don't have to be a mistake anymore.

This waking dream of longing,
Urges my weary soul to follow,
Join the dolphins in their gentle play
Let the tide wash away my sorrow.

My soul is tempted to give in,
The mistake of my life wash clean;
Let the sea envelope and hold me,
Eternal rest where I've never been.

Yet the mind still twists in turmoil,
For even death won't make it right;
It's a terrible thing to long for,
But dark thoughts hold the only light.

It isn't fair, and you live in hell,
My hands have been so neatly tied;
I'll be your mistake for the rest of my life,
Even when truth is on my side.