Sirens...
Bring my back to the past.
Cold,
Lifeless body on the floor--
It wasn't time
I wasn't ready
Too soon.
A constant rhythm
Never ending
Over and over again
A reminder
You did this.
The crushing guilt,
The agony it brings,
The thing only I will remember first hand.
Cold, bloody hands
Still--silent
A body that shall never move
Not again,
Not ever again.
Lollipops can only conceal the truth,
Keep a child happen for only so long,
And when the time comes
The child will seethe with anger
And that child will be me.
I will be consumed by this guilt,
This pain,
This SUFFERING.
It is mine to bare
Mine.
Mine only.
YOU ARE READING
Star Struck
PoetryThis is a little collection of poems I've made. Not sure how long I'll continue it, but I'll make a few. {Completed! There's a sequel book if you'd like to read it, the sequel is called "Milky Way"} Note: This was called "Book of Poems" previously...
