Anita's Poetry
Jul 18, 2012 13:41:52 GMT -5
Post by Sage on Jul 18, 2012 13:41:52 GMT -5
Shattered glass
lays in pieces
broken mirrors
falling fast
sharp shards
meant to harm
stupid people
losing charm
bloody fingers
drawing lines
but they say
I should be fine
I'm not
I'm hurt
I'm losing my mind
I'm seeing things
that other people can't see
like screaming children
are following me
all their deaths
are on my shoulders
weighing me down
like heavy boulders
haunting my dreams
calling my name
my family says
I'll never be the same
they're right
I'm changed
my minds
disarranged
I can't think straight
and I'm afraid of the dark
because the arena
left a permanent mark
the bloody fingers
keep drawing lines
it never stops
till the end of time
lays in pieces
broken mirrors
falling fast
sharp shards
meant to harm
stupid people
losing charm
bloody fingers
drawing lines
but they say
I should be fine
I'm not
I'm hurt
I'm losing my mind
I'm seeing things
that other people can't see
like screaming children
are following me
all their deaths
are on my shoulders
weighing me down
like heavy boulders
haunting my dreams
calling my name
my family says
I'll never be the same
they're right
I'm changed
my minds
disarranged
I can't think straight
and I'm afraid of the dark
because the arena
left a permanent mark
the bloody fingers
keep drawing lines
it never stops
till the end of time
Softly, a bird calls
As the world awakens
From a peaceful sleep
If I'm not Mistaken
sun creeps in
Promising Warmth
As it rises
Above the Earth
I open my eyes
To see the light
And am breathtaken
By the sight
I think to myself
What a wonderful way
To begin the morning
of a great day
[/center]As the world awakens
From a peaceful sleep
If I'm not Mistaken
sun creeps in
Promising Warmth
As it rises
Above the Earth
I open my eyes
To see the light
And am breathtaken
By the sight
I think to myself
What a wonderful way
To begin the morning
of a great day
