Letter to Jillian
She lay shivering in her freezing hell.
As people walked by they ignored her presence like she never existed.
With tears in her eyes she questioned her own existence.
Would her life be of any significance?
When solitude is the only being who bares witness to her sadness.
Her world slowly crumbled.
For no one picked her up as she fell and stumbled.
She could only find comfort in the pins and needles that pierced her skin.
But not even they could heal the wounds she felt within.
Raindrops would fall from the skies.
Hiding the tears in her eyes.
As her body slowly fades away.
Her soul finally vanished.
Copyright © Evgeni Amukwaya | Year Posted 2011
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem.
to post a comment