She tore inside my chest,
and left my heart on the ground.
She set fire to it,
'til there was nothing to be found.
I watched the gleam in her eyes,
as she left me a hollow shell.
That steely glint in those gray pools,
shining with Hell.
What used to be me,
lay crumpled on the floor.
And she cackled and smirked;
her Evil a downpour.
But I found strength,
and my mind elite.
Then I crushed her,
and left her tears on the concrete.
Author notes
This was really not related to anything, it was similar to a dream I had. Good, bad? I haven't written for a while and am very rusty.
Comments
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Awee!!! ! This is spectacular, truly! Oh my gosh, & just the title rings "amazing" Tears on the Concrete? Ahh, its fantastic I reallllllly loved the second stanza, it was the best! & The lines in the third stanza,
"And she cackled and smirked;
her Evil a downpour."
It just appealed to me in some way. I just loved it
Fantastic!
*gives Whitney a well-deserved three clappy faces*
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Awesome
love this poem
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Wow, I really like it. This is so filled with emotion. I can feel the angry and pain. Even if it isn't real it still has such powerful emotion. Very touching for your first time not writing for awhile. :] I really like the last 4 lines
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