There she lay alone,
Her fatigue and exhaustion aching to bone,
A slight glance in the mirror at her dowdy appearance,
A tear shed at a recent disappearance,
One loved by many, and yet lost to all,
She knocked the ruffled paper making it fall,
A melody of a mournful soul,
Her heart burning comparable to a raging coal,
The soul one like her own,
An onslaught of tears prone,
Her trembling fingers threatening to grasp onto the closest blade,
Dizziness warned her as her vision blurred and started to fade,
The pillow caressed her head and a small gasp escaped her dry lips,
That night she dreamt of her beloved holding her tight, shielding her eyes from passing eclipse,
A single whisper following his warm breath, astonishing is what he once said,
That morning she awoke, a single bead of sweat descended along her forehead, she assessed her grimly pale appearance that looked of one who were dead,
She crawled back over to where the wrinkled paper lay,
She tried her hardest to keep her feelings at bay,
Trying not to focus on the portrait of a once passionate and confident youth,
Never wanting to hear the truth,
The reason for the disappearance and following deceit,
Because it would destroy everything that had made her feel once complete.
YOU ARE READING
.Hidden in chaos.
Poetry//Poetry// My ears burn from the sound of tangled wires, My translucent eyes reflecting off the glass like wildfires, I desire to close my eyes, And embrace the darkness, the light of which I despise; I'm surrounded by a lifeless shadow. There are m...
