| She Feeling insecure, Feeling so ashamed, That the life that she once loved Will never be the same. Drifted from herself, If i believed i would pray To save myself from watching Her pure blood drip away. Walking through the fog Of yesterdays haze, Was the upshot of her feelings In an uncontrolable blaze. Becoming of the moment Into which she entered blind, Hoping that by searching through She would find peace of mind. I looked into her eyes Of the lost and found, Piercing through the torment Of this wonderous girl. Could see the child crying, But couldn't reach the tears, For they had been enclosed Inside bottled fears. Could see her heart melting, The youngster within her die, To reform as another Person of deception and lies. Poem index |