Once in a very different world
There was a girl
Who was innocence in its truest form
She didn't know the dangers of the world
Nor the outcomes of certain behaviors
A tragedy happened
Or a self inflicted incident
Mistakes were made
And feelings were false
They both exploded
She was never seen again after that
Consumed?
Covered up?
If so, with what?
Lies? Deceit? Pain?
Yes so...
Buried seven feet under
I can't see her
Where's she?
Hidden?
Flowed down
Through Orpheus' way
Or did she go up?
The resurrected way?
The search party
Has abruptly stopped
Or was it never conducted?
We have to have faith
That she hadn't gone away
Deceased?
YOU ARE READING
Believe
PoetryThis is the tale of emotions gone rogue. They stole a depressing '69 Mini Cooper Country Man. Denial is driving. Anger is smoking a cigarette in the passenger seat. Identity is nowhere to be found. The red flags are in the trunk. Okay, not seriously...
