I've
seen the echoes
of Hell,
let the ashes
paint my fingers
as Satan laughed.
I've went
to the darkest
reaches of humanity
while the screams of the
innocent
cried out to me.
I've stared death in the face,
and waded through tears
that I couldn't stop.
I felt sickness
claw at my throat,
and blood on
the walls.
Skeletons
held onto me,
pulling,
whispering their stories.
"No, I don't want to hear!"
I tried to shut my ears.
"Little girl,"
said they,
"Reality isn't always pretty!
You can't run away!"
So I dared to open up
and accept their tales,
and
I've found
myself in mourning
with them and
weeping
along
with the sounds
of what
should have been
and sad violins...
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To the World...(A Collection of Poems)
PoetryZelda Aurora Gabriel has been writing poetry from the time she was 13. She is now 25. Different from others her age, poetry became an outlet and a means of understanding a world that often didn't understand her. "To the World" is a compilation and a...
