She tried to carry
The weight of the world
On her shoulders.
She was inevitably crushed.
The fire in her eyes faded
As the world mocked her excitement
And demanded she kept her wild mouth at bay,
So she sewed it shut with red thread.
She lit no more rooms with her passion,
No more eyes would meet
Her sincere and joyous smile.
She hid herself away.
She was ashamed,
Ashamed that she had challenged the world
And met bitter defeat.
The humiliation was too much to bear.
And, every day, the world reminded her
Of her loss without relent.
It bound her hands and feet together
And shoved her to her knees.
Unable to speak, unable to think,
Forced into submission
And bullied into obedience,
She was nothing but numb.
She was no longer her own
And her will to live shrunk by the hour.
Though she was alive in body
She was dead in spirit.
She never quite recovered.
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Tragic Poetry
PoetryHere, you will find a collection of sloppily written, heartfelt "poetry" (it can hardly be called that, as it has no rhyme or rhythm - only stanzas). These words stem from my late-night thoughts and fears. Although they are merely a mess of nonsensi...
