As the moon fades away,
Emotions drifting from the body.
Wondering why their torturing her,
Only to be shattered again.
Lachrymose gliding,
Becoming an ice statue.
Not bothering anymore,
No more hindering people.
Silent like she use to be,
Acting so no one will worry.
But the pain from being bottle up,
Is growing.
Not wanting to explode,
because that'll make her weak.
But their names echo,
Nails digging deep in her palms.
She wonders why they won't go,
Excepting what others said.
some saw her true smile,
That will never be shown again.
Thanks to the people who fucked her life up.
Yet no matter what she tries:
The Drugs,
The Alcohol.
They linger longer,
And the pain becomes intolerable.
She couldn't escape,
As the circles couldn't end.
Others try to comfort,
But no expression is portrayed.
The ice statue stays in coldness,
Where it can never melt for eternity.
She wishes everything can be wiped,
But knows it'll chase her back.
And sink right back in,
No one has the cured her.
The curse forever inside,
Feeling like she's dead.
She wonders what her purpose is,
Especially when she does nothing for ever.
Bella Knoll
5/10/09 4:20am
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Powerful
The way you used words to create not only a picture but a feeling that surrounded me as well is very powerful. You have a gift for sharing imaginary the brings us into this world of pain, loneliness and isolation. From this poem, for me, there grew a deeper understanding about how past memories trapped us in our present life. Keep writing. -
Dark, depression within this piece here. This is very grim, and powerful reading. I got the impression that in this piece you are putting on a show for others.
But they really don't see your true face. The face that hurts deep inside. I like the metaphor of the ice statue that will never melt. Powerful writing here. Keep it up.
Dark Wishes
Wayne Leon
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