Tears run down her mournful face.
Everyone in the world
Always seem to ignore her pain.
Rough waters are beginning to drag her down.
She's crying out for someone to please save her.
With a trembling hand,
She pours her soul onto a blank page.
All her grief, anger, rage
Lain out for all to see.
Her heart and it's dying mystery.
She leaves her life on the table
And walks out on it all.
Knowing she will not be missed,
She prepares herself for the final fall.
Raging waters, suffocating at first
Turn into a blissful peace.
Acceptance washes over her,
She closes her eyes,
Giving up in calm release.
There's a cross on the bridge
Where the young life was cruelly cut off.
Everyone mourned, thought that it was a life wasted.
Little did they know, those blind and deaf fools.
As they continue on their ignorant life
The cross stands tribute to what happens when neglect rules.
Tears run down the mourning faces.
Everyone in the world
Always seemed to ignore her pain
Rough waters have choked out her existence.
She cried out, but no one came to save her.
YOU ARE READING
Broken
PuisiPretty much a window to my soul over the past few years. Some poems that were written earlier are of not as good quality, so forgive that. This is a collection that breaks the window to my life.
