(Authors note: I was reading a beautiful poem, by a beautiful author, when an idea came to me.
"Why dont I write something similar to the aura of this poem."
The song in the poem was amazing. It was called unforgiven by Apocalyptica.
And I found another song by the same musicians that triggered something in me to write this poem.
So here it is ready for you to read. Listen to the song that inspired this poem and enjoy.)
Little girl laying on the cold stone floor.
Looking ahead with blank eyes.
She looks as if she was beaten.
Until she could be beaten no more.
Little girl broken apart.
Her mind and soul crushed.
She looks as if she was hurt and blamed.
Until she no longer had love in her heart.
Little girl all alone.
No one around to help her back up.
She looks as if she was abandoned.
Until she had nothing left but stone.
Oh how this little girl needs help.
Her eyes are blank and nothings left but a hard shell.
She looks as if her spirit is gone.
Until all she could do was give up.
This little girl now sits in a dirty room all alone.
As if this room represented what her heart started to look like just awhile ago.
She feels like there is nothing left.
She feels as if she was slapped.
She was rudely awakend from her innocent sleep.
And she was hurt down deep.
Now she lays there silently like a doll.
She was played with.
And then thrown to the ground.
All she could do was fall.
No words will come from that little mouth.
No one will ever here her voice again.
No one will hear that sweet sound.
She has left and is no longer here.
Her presence is gone.
She is no where near.
Her heart has lost hope.
She has given up on others and herself.
She sits like an abondened doll on a shelf.
She has no where to go.
A man walks up to this little rooms open door.
To see a little girl who was badly torn.
But as soon as he runs for help.
This little girl loses life in her eyes.
And gets lost in herself.
Every day, atleast one person dies.
But the ones that are in most need of help.
Are the ones that lose hope and die inside.
And the last thing you here is their hopeless cries.
Find that little boy or girl in your life.
That is in need of help.
Tell them they are beautiful.
Share the love that they don't have.
(I dedicate this poem to alleycat.
She wrote an amazing poem and added a beautiful song to it that made me just want to write and write.
Here is the link of her poem: http://www.wattpad.com/325175-no-air-poem
Go read it, you wont be dissapointed.)
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Poetry
PoetryThis is a collection of poems I have written over the years. Some of them were inspired by music, life events, sudden thoughts, etc. Overall, any other story I write will not tell you about me as much as my poems will. They are my life story, my bio...
