Endless
She ran towards the tears,
No escape; no doors to open,
Pouring down the elements;
Red is the colour of screams.
Laid by the bed of roses
Silently created the sound,
Abandonment rose fast;
Her screams fill the empty chest.
Afraid to show the hurt,
In there the mountains grow;
She writhed in ashes; dust,
Ever so cold,
When the sun shines.
Copyright © Analie Prisca | Year Posted 2008
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