Sleeping in her stead
The room crowded with dread
She never knew it would happen
So soon
Her sister would be called to eternal rest
Tissues cover the floor
Tears stain her sheets
Blood curdling screams
Beseech the winter
Windows that crack and screech
Rain pouring on the small roof
It seems the clouds understand
The gloom
Each drop calms her heart
Hitting her ear drums
Crashing over her
Bringing peace
For a moment
That's brief
Who knew
her mind was not her own
Who knew corruption
Pooled in her bones
Who knew
She could be the foe
What's real?
What's fake?
What's visible in the end
She deceives the queens
She deceives kings
She deceives all
She believes in equality
Drawing imaginative scenes
Of sanity
For she does not have her own
Her sister never existed
Yet the mourning continues
Why oh why must she cry
" For my soul has been corrupted
From believing my own lies"
She whispers in her sleep
The rain keeps pouring
The clouds continue to weep
For the lost soul
Within us all
Hidden beneath
Your own eyes
Can you feel her
Clawing into your mind
Reeking havoc
Cursing your design
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My Dark Poems
PoetryJust some poems hope you can relate to them. Please comment and vote it means a lot thanks :)
