White as a ghost she walks around
Sad as a musical without any sound.
Lost as a puppy in a dark alley
She continues her walk and continues to tally.
Tight as a knot she continues to walk,
Listening and cringing to all she is not.
Why the Hell is this her fault?
Silent as the night she continues to cry,
Surely but softly she continues to die.
Alone in the darkness of night,
She continues to lose the value of sight.
Quick like lightning she reaches ahead,
Her hand, a moving earthquake of dread.
A red haze lowers it on her body of sore.
She will not take this, not anymore.
A brilliant light flashes with such intensity,
She thinks to herself, “A coward I shall not be.”
Smiling like the sun she walks out of the despair
And into the arms of the ones that care.
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Random Poems and Short Stories
RomanceThis is a jumbled up mess of things I've written recently and things from the past. It's just a bunch a trivial crap... Thought I'd post it in case the laptop crashes again. Full of mostly "dark" things. Title says it all.
