She sits on the grass
Hidden far in the forest
Thinking of thoughts
Death.
She fears.
She scared
And no one can see
She swings on a swing hung
On a branch
Under the canopy of treetops
Trying hard not to cry
Because she fears that once
One tear falls she won’t be able
To stop
She tries hard and hard.
She tries to not think
Trying to sit there
Still in dead
Silence
The moon shone
And dimmed lightly
She couldn’t hold it any longer
Her tears fell and fell
She couldn’t hold back
And she yelled, she screamed
Her body shaking
She didn’t want to be lost
No more
She wanted to be
Beautiful instead of
Ugly.
She wanted to take out a
Blade and kill the hurt
The pain
And she fell of the swing
And slept on the hard
Ground of the
Forest…
Author notes
Part of the poem, well most of it was inspired by Stand in the Rain by Superchick
Comments
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Bleh, yay! I love Stand in the Rain, and consequently, I love this poem. I think it is a lovely companion, if lovely can be used to describe such a sad poem...
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Very vivid imagery .I like the way you've pictured the girl ,her fears,pains and the way she wanted to take out a blade and kill the hurt is sth that nearly made me cry.Was just picturing that in mind and it's so sad. If you meant this poem to be emo ,I've to say it's perfectly done.
~Feb~
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February Angel
Thanks for the read and comment! In a way yes, but sorta no. But more yes. haha, kinda confusing. Thanks again!
Hope.
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