a single tear slides down her cheek
strangers walk oblivious down the street
she stands invisible in the crowd
her screaming not making a sound
no one to love her no one to care
no one to hold her or brush her hair
everyone hates her they cause her pain
everyone beats her to expel thier rage
a pool of blood gathers on the ground
strangers pass by as she drowns
night darkens in her eyes
silent rains fall from the sky
no one to want her no one is there
no one to kiss her or hold her near
everyone hates her they don't know her name
everyone breaks her to satisfy thier pain
blood red rose petals float on the breeze
strangers watch silently on this winter's eve
lying in the arms of death
her body is laid to rest
no one suspected no one could feel her pain
everyone hated her beating her with thier rage
Blaez
2/20/2007
I hope this was cathartic for you.
ReplyDeleteI'd hate to think that you vented that without emptying a lot of it from that internal tank.
Hang in there, this too shall pass.
krm
PS. The poem is very good. You have talent!
ReplyDeletewriting helps me deal with stuff. i use to write all the time. i've went through various periods of extreme writing to nothing.
ReplyDeletei think i need to make sure i start writing more. i think that will help me out alot.
i have quite the collection of peoms & short stories. unfortunatly i have nothing from before i was about 15. i inadvertantly left them at a relative's house and they got tossed in the garbage. i had just about as much then as i do now accumulated. i wish i could get those back and but its a wish that will never be granted, i feel like part of my soul was tossed away when that notebook was thrown away.
ps, thankyou. i think this one turned out well. one of the better ones, but not my best.