Sharp and painless without sound
I didn't feel the cold hard ground
Was this to be my final end
If only I could choose to mend
The heart left broken on the streets
Battered, abused, and surely beat
For as I lay there and listened out
I could hear them moving all about
Coming to take what was once mine
Though I would gladly leave it behind
This little trinket in my hand
Helped me finally understand
Just how to fix my broken self
And leave my emotions on their shelf
For if they ever once came down
I would surely be left to drown
In my ocean of pity and sorrow
Not even wanting to see tomorrow
So they came and took it away
They had finally killed their prey
As I lie there on the ground
I heard a soft and gentle sound
I craned my head to turn and see
Just what kind of creature it be
When there in front of me was a sight
One that illuminated the night
She gave me a smile that was like the moon
One at men would surely swoon
She tore off some clothe from her black dress
And covered my wounds created by stress
As we stared into each others eyes
I forgot I was left alone to die
She helped me up and asked me how
I got to where I am now
when I told her of what happened last
she helped me cope with all my past
and took me to her humble home
then I realized I was not alone
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