Treasure Island

Aria Siren


Burnt


I hate this
Silently I sit
My mouth bound
By your lack of regard
Words I cannot bear to sound
When you are lifeless before I start

And I lay under your boughs
Fighting tears
Cursing your furrowed brow
My back turned
While a spark in my heart still flickers
A cigarette burn branded on my chest
With feelings unsure
Stirred as ghosts of you torture me with unrest

Your canopy has crashed
That used to shield me from the light
Here the haunted girl sits
Adorned in white
Through the stinging rain
Through the ghostly night
If a tree in a desolate forest falls
Will anyone hear when out he calls?
Speaking to something once teeming with life
Mot realizing what was once beautiful
Is dead inside

Submitted: Friday, August 10, 2012
Edited: Saturday, August 11, 2012

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  • Thomas A Robinson (3/14/2013 11:11:00 AM)

    Burnt...adequate description of a love used up, dead.
    And how you have been burned here.
    And yes the tree that falls in the forest screams loudest of all
    for no one is around to here... so I was told. (Report) Reply

  • Alla Simone (9/30/2012 5:22:00 PM)

    The third stanza is genius, and of course I like the whole thing. I love how descriptive it is throughout. (Report) Reply

  • Tiger Lily Love (8/12/2012 5:36:00 PM)

    I love this poem! Such a good write! I can't even think of words to descirbe how good this was! (Report) Reply

  • Søren Valentine (8/10/2012 9:47:00 PM)

    Aria, you know me. I love this poem severely. Mostly because of the spark of imagination it gives me. It inspires me! (Report) Reply

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