Torn between two seperate worlds,
Chaya fights to live,
But between day and night,
Her heart isn't choosing light.
So she slips into an oblivion,
that eats at her soul,
Her mind brought back to memories,
Of when the days were old,
Wallowing in her sorrow,
Sitting on the cold, hard, floor,
She longs for something more.
Chaya can't seem to forget,
Pain and anger reside,
Side by side,
In her heart,
And in her mind,
The tauntings and teasings never stop,
But choosing a path took a lot,
So she sits on her floor,
Crying more and more,
Waiting to feel alive,
Because she can't survive.
Chaya stands for life,
Something she doesn't want,
because she is still ron,
She hates feeling so forlorn,
And days slip by,
Beatings persist,
Crying only causes more pain,
Bruises are still there,
they'll never go away.
Chaya cries for life,
A new and brighter time,
Chaya chooses night,
And Chaya breathes no more.
Even in her oblivion,
Chaya fights against herself,
Pain is still taking over,
And Chaya hurts inside,
And Life breathes no more.
Author notes
I READ ALL THESE DUMB RULES. (te-he)
Chaya
A contest entry
- Who Is She? by Fallen Under Light.
300 points, ended September 15, 2007, 19 entries
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Comments
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Hmm... very interesting. I think that you have some spelling issues though. Where it says 'curvive' is it supposed to say 'survive'?? Your rhyming is also a little bit clumsy but overall, good job. I loved the title.

