Still she haunts me
Violet eyes
Of tragic past
Crimson heart
Scarred and split
Stitched together
With frayed old yarn
Shackled hands
And bound, chained feet
Face of steal
And mind of stone
Chipped and torn
And broken inside
Void of faith
And void of love
Void of all
But one single thought
One single want
One single need
But what that is
I know not
For she never spoke a word
Nor uttered a sound
July 2017
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This is a very different style of poetry, probably inspired by some poetry collections I've been reading lately. I was playing around in this one and I'm not sure how it turned out. Instead of breaking it up into stanzas I decided to change the position of the lines. This poem cost me blood, sweat and tears to write– literally! While I was reading through it I somehow managed to slam the cupboard door on my nose. 😭
Only Anne could manage to do something like that. 😂
Anyway I really hope you enjoy it. please tell me what you think.
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From My Heart
PoetryA collection of poetry Some humorous, some sad and some joyful, but always from the heart. "One day a little mouse Got tired of living in my house Tired of staying on the ground In reach of vicious hounds So out it set upon it's qu...
