POETRY

HOLY THINGS

HOLY THINGS

The window stood open

And all she had to do was jump.

That was something that used to

Wonder in her mind.

No one ever knew

And it's not like she wanted them to,

Feeling like a liability

A side affect of her homes instability.

She never could understand

All the dark places in her head

Why were they there

Or how to stop them before making her dead.

She fought all the time

With nobody on her side

And battle scars marking her body

Each time leaving her more foggy.

(Beautiful things are never holy)