Treasure Island

Cate Jade

(03/17/1996 / China)

Darkness That Haunts Me


tears that fall from the gentle face are tears of.....
emptiness, pain, sorrow and loss
the faith in herself lost like someone lost beloved.
walking marking the ends of her hands with a cross

as she slowly pulls the knife in the shapes in the mirrors
each drop of blood represents the feelings of the gentle face
weight, looks, boys, grades and the deepest darkest fears
to face them would be the worse feeling removing the dark trace.

Submitted: Wednesday, May 08, 2013
Edited: Wednesday, May 08, 2013

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havent wrote one in a while a bit dark and weird but its one of my mental break downs in poems.

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  • Gajanan Mishra (5/8/2013 6:28:00 AM)

    I like this poem - darkness that haunts me. good one.
    I invite you to read my poems and comment. (Report) Reply

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