Lonely Girl
Standing still in a room to be filled, Leaning on an ever lasting hope, Stricken with horror her faith shatters, Slipping away into disorder, Screams of demoralizing anger awaken her pure hate as she stirs the aggression at the edge of the cliff, Each soul below her in this pit of demise reaches to grasp her render-less mind, Inhaling deep breaths of tainted air, Like rusted nails it slices into each muscle, Her eyes cringing in pain as she bleeds tears, She embraces her shadow one whisper at a time looking across the divide of death and demise, Her shoulder blades crack in despair, Screeching from fear her flesh begins to tear, Wings of faded rage rip out from her being, With a swoop of her spread she sores high, Gliding gracefully across her own kind leaving no sorrow behind...Her end...her time.....the last of her breath, her very death.
Copyright © Samantha Johnson | Year Posted 2014
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