Black;
completely desolate.
Silence;
not one sound.
Laughter;
has died with the wind.
Colour;
had faded with the seasons.
There are gloomy faces
surrounding you now.
Miserable and selfish;
you hadn't thought of them,
you hadn't thought of me.
So dark,
it might as well be night.
Where is the sun?
Where is the light?
Did it die too?
Like a bird,
I long to fly away
but I'm weighed down
by the scorching ice
keeping me
trapped.
Nowhere to run.
Nowhere to hide.
With this monster you left
I must abide.
Listen closely
you can hear my
silent screams.
My only chance of escape
is within my dreams
but
he is my nightmare
my biggest fear
evidence is in the mirror.
What have I become?
starved, bruised, dejected
nobody loves the broken and dying.
Only you could have saved me.
Where are you now?
YOU ARE READING
Things I Never Said
PoetryA girl with a stack of notebooks; full of things never read never said.