Whispers from the past
Once haunt her memories
But looking to the future
There are many things to see.
She use to hear the voices
Of many left behind,
Telling her that she was broke
And there was nothing left to find.
She didn't try to argue,
Never tried to break away,
Accepting all the poison
That was driving her insane.
She closed her eyes
And hid away
Afraid to see the light;
Thinking that the sun would burn
Her fragile, blinded eyes.
Slowly then did not exist
Whenever I met him.
He took my hand,
Turned up my head,
And told me I could live.
I stood up to my feet with him
Tried not to open eyes,
But every time I heard his voice
I had to see him smile.
I peeked at first
I took a glance
And marvelous was he,
My savior was a burning sun
And scared, was I, he would burn me.
My fear came from
The darkness though
And dark I knew him not.
He told me how the light was bright
If only she would come;
She feared to see
The monsters though
And hid within the deep.
Slowly, like a scared animal,
He lured her out the dark.
The further out I reached,
The brighter that it got.
Sometimes she sits in the shade,
Others I bask in light,
But no matter where I'm standing now
The future will be bright.
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Poems of Death
Poetry***TRIGGER WARNING*** Feel close to death? Maybe you're not quite as close as you think. These are poems I wrote for me and people I love; some were gifts and others are just my thoughts. These are my own words and images. Although this is for mysel...
