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
I love this poem! Such a good write! I can't even think of words to descirbe how good this was!
Aria, you know me. I love this poem severely. Mostly because of the spark of imagination it gives me. It inspires me!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The third stanza is genius, and of course I like the whole thing. I love how descriptive it is throughout.