No longer frightened, yet I shout out in fear.
No longer crying, yet my eyes drip tears.
No longer sad, yet my mouth is turned down.
No longer sleeping, yet I lay on the ground.
No longer cut, yet my skin's opened wide.
No longer invisible, yet in shadows I hide.
No longer worried, yet wrinkles crease my brow.
No longer alone, yet my screams make no sound.
No longer struggling, yet on I still fight.
No longer dreaming, yet I still dread the night.
No longer ugly, yet the mirrors I break.
No longer breathing, yet my soul Death forsakes.
------- Author's Notes -------
Thank you to Holly for the inspiration for this poem, and for the help she's been trying to give.
Comments on this poem/writing:
|Holly (22.214.171.124) -- Saturday, April 23 2005, 03:54 am|
Nice one, I especially like the lines "no longer alone, yet my screams make no sound" and "no longer breathing, yet my soul death forsakes". And as for the thanks, that's ok :P
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