Behind a woman, who has no name.
agianst all loss, she bears no pain.
she crys no tears, out of fears perfound.
behind the silence, the screams so loud.
her body aches, and her fingers twitch.
the scabbs of sarrow, begin to itch.
she squirms and screams, holding back the beast.
it craves for revenge, such a tastey feast.
she fakes a smile, not all shes faking.
when deep inside, her heart is breaking.
her soul is crying, the voices they scream.
she screams to god, please let me dream.
just let me sleep, and never to wake
and not a smile, will I have to fake.
she scratches the cuts, enbeded on skin.
she looks to the water, and then falls in.
the scabbs of sarrow, she cant ignore.
they begg to bleed, the hunger for more.
her eyes are dry, from tears shes cryed.
she bears no feeling, her soul has died.
in wake of it all, she says goodbye.
finding her bed, when she opens her eyes.
she catches her breath, and trys not to scream.
the scabbs fade away, alongside her dreams.
Author notes
My-Insanity
A contest entry
- Make it Rhyme! by SweetRoses.
600 points, ended January 12, 2008, 17 entries
Bronze trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Comments
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scabbs of sorrow
thank you for the poam i enjoyed it -
enjoyed reading this poam thankyou
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This is great
Excellent. And congratulations on the trophy! You deserve it.
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Wow, this is really deep. I can almost feel her pain. This is very well written. I love it.
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