I still lament the song played like an instrument
out of tune, a funeral dirge, my tears, the years spent
without, in a box dried out, cracked by despair,
Lost to care, in my casket, choking on bad air.
Behind closed doors, I, silent, wept
A song of pain, into darkness I stepped.
“Lay her to rest,” they softly pled,
the unseen struggles within my head.
For all they knew, I could be dead,
Alone in sorrow, dry tears I shed.
My existence– perceived as an ugly strain,
A cry that stained like acid rain.
I wept alone in my death, with no ears to lend,
to hear the wounded note on parchment I penned.
In weakness, my lament took flight,
Hidden from the world’s cruel light.
Yet with no sympathetic notes in the beat,
just the echo of my heart’s defeat.
I still resent that box, that darkened abode,
Where silence screamed and tears bestowed.
Though I dug myself out of that bitter score,
resentment for those who buried me lingers evermore.
A Child Buried
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About the Author: Sarah B. Royal
Sarah B. Royal’s writing defies convention. Her poetry and prose traverse the boundaries between structure and spontaneity, often weaving together philosophical inquiry, cultural reflection, and personal narrative. With a background in experimental literature, she is known for crafting works that challenge readers to engage intellectually and emotionally.
Her acclaimed palindrome performance play, 777 – A Story of Idol Worship and Murder, showcases her fascination with mirrored storytelling and thematic symmetry. In o x ∞ = ♥: The Poet and The Mathematician, Royal explores the intersection of poetic intuition and mathematical logic, revealing a unique voice that is both analytical and lyrical.
Royal’s collections—such as Lost in the Lost and Found, Haiku For You, Lantern and Tanka Too, and the WoPoLi Chapbook Series—highlight her commitment to neurodivergent expression and poetic experimentation. Whether through childhood verse or contemporary fusion poetry, her work invites readers into a world where language is both a tool and a playground.
Sarah B. Royal continues to expand the possibilities of poetic form, offering readers a deeply personal yet universally resonant experience. Her writing is a testament to the power of creative risk, intellectual depth, and emotional authenticity.
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