Short Stories

Crimson

I looked at the sky and said "Why me?"
Why must I be the one?
The one who makes people see,
Death is everywhere. Death is me.
Am I a messenger? Or am I death itself?
So much to figure out,
Yet all that happens are my tears
Joining the ground.
Full of fear, full of ears turning towards me.
My scream is noticeable,
But it's not understandable.
Oh God, why must you ignore me?
My soul and my prayers.
Why must I be the one with such a
Unique and unwanted gift.
It is a job that no men and no women
Ever wanted.
It is a graveyard shift and I am the shovel.
I can feel my eyes burning red,
My body shivering to the death bed
Of yet another person.
I now live in the streets away from eyesight
Waiting for another persons time to come.
Who am I warning? I don't even know.
I am crying yet I'm numb.
When will be the end of me?
After all the deaths I've seen,
That i'm not guilty of
But could very easily be.
All this anger, all this disappointment.
All is trapped in me waiting patiently
To bust one more time.
What do people even think of me?
"Weak girl with no self esteem."?
"Pale paced with a dull energy."?
"A doll with an ugly scream."?
Maybe none, maybe all.
Maybe just a little call.
One for help, don't know whose.
I need to escape reality,
Which seems like the last drop
That spilled the cup.
What do I do now?
Just sit and whine?
Whine about my problems,
Whine about the dollar sign.
The one that everyone chases.
The true devil that ends lives.
Maybe if people were more logical
My job wouldn't be this hard.

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Yeah ok, I didn't post last week but here I am. Wanted to try something new. Get out of my comfort zone a little bit. I don't know how it turned out but I always wanted to write poetry, I just never knew how to. This poem is inspired by one if my favorite mythological creatures the banshee. I think she is amazing. Hope you liked this chapter and tell me what you think.

Banshee: It is believed that she is an Irish fairy who her scream and cry is a warning for death in a family. They are usually believed to have silver hair and bright red eyes from crying so much. She is seen in many other forms like red hair, a green dress, a headless lady with a bowl of blood, an old lady with grey hair and many more. If you want to know more you can research it. It's pretty cool.