Treasure Island

Bette Kayley Jones

(April 5,1998 / Toronto, Canada)

Regret Of A Lunatic


Help.
Looking back
I look ahead.
A cold hard stone.
Ahead.

Memories.
I'm empty
With them now.
A cold hard stone.
Ahead.

Normal
Nothing is.
Don't be fooled.
A cold hard stone.

Ahead.

Past.
Forget it.
It haunts minds,
A cold hard stone.
Ahead.

No.
I'm here.
Some people aren't.
A cold hard stone.
Ahead.

Now.
Dead inside,
Darkness consuming me.
A cold hard stone.
Ahead.

Me.
Just a
Waste of space.
A cold hard stone.
Ahead.

One
Empty soul
Living in lightning.
A cold hard stone.
If...

It
Might not
Be very hard.
For a cold hard
Stone.

Minds,
Emotions and
What else really?
For a cold hard
Stone.

Nothing
Inside is
Like a holocaust.
For a cold hard
Stone.

Holocausts
Must stop
As they started.
For a cold hard
Stone.

Now
It's time.
I'm not hopeful.
For a cold hard
Stone.

I
Search and
Can't find myself.
For a cold hard
Stone.

I
Search and
Find something else.
For a cold hard
Stone.

It's
Done now.
It was right.
For a cold hard
Stone.

Now
I'm relieved.
My insides fill
Up with smoldering charcoal.
Yes.

I
Clamp my
Mouth down on
My quivering finger and
Wait.

I
Lose my
Strength and fall.
The world is different
Now.

My
Empty heart
Bangs against my
Chest as I struggle
Inside.

The
Ceiling is
Spinning as the
Floor falls under me.
Wow.

My
Eyes flutter
And my legs
Are like heavy stones
Now.

I
Close my
Eyes and know
Where I am going.
Regret.

Submitted: Monday, February 13, 2012
Edited: Tuesday, February 14, 2012

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  • Maya Hanson (1/29/2014 8:18:00 PM)

    I read this twice just to get the feeling of it again...I LOVE IT! ! ! rhythmic and beautiful. keep writing! ! ! (Report) Reply

  • Rose Jones (5/11/2012 7:45:00 PM)

    Oh my god. I already said this, valese, but I love ur dark poems, girly. Sweet hate/regret. Check out rose jones. U r a waste of space. JK. Other poem peeps, I know this girl. I can make fun of her all I want. She cried like a baby on Tuesday. Hee-Larious. I made fun of her. I still am. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHA. I AM A GENIS! ROSE JONES OUT! '! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! '! ! ! ! ! (Report) Reply

  • A Dark Lifetime . (2/15/2012 5:58:00 AM)

    Very good one ^^ But how much the darkness is comforting watch out ;) but then agan very very good one (Report) Reply

  • Ninja Soul (2/14/2012 9:06:00 PM)

    You are not a waste of space...Everyone has a reason to live....We were all created for a reason....As far as finding yourself goes, you'll find yourself..You're only 14, I think that's what your profile says anyways, you got plenty of time to find who you are, don't rush it and don't even try to find who you are, just let it go and let it come on it's own...You try to find who you are and you may end up being something you're not. (Report) Reply

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