She sits by her window listening to the rain outside
watching it trickle down the glass and hit the ground
She stares at the sun wishing she could feel it's warmth
all the while knowing darkness has got a hold
She stands in her garden feeling each drop fall on her skin
as she waits secluded in her own blade thinking sin
Covered with rain and cold by the wind
her heart consumed by a wasteland
Stitching herself together while picking petals from a flower
taunting herself with comments in her own world makes her cower
The blade slips down her wrists and the rain washes away her blood
it rains down harder as her wound opens up
Author notes
I need to revise this poem any suggestions?
What do you think?
Comments
-
hmmmmmmmm
I never know what to say about poems in this genre. I guess because it is normally a thing women do and not usually men. I can only hope you arent struggling with this. love you princess, Daddy
-
"Stitching herself together while picking petals from a flower
taunting herself with comments in her own world makes her cower" This is such a good poem. I can imagine the whole picture. I love it! Xds-gX
Adding your comment:
