Elizabeth Sheaffer Poems
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Affliction Most Severe (I'M Letting Go)
My body lies broken, bleeding on the floor,
The very image you once claimed to abhor.
But this is what you wanted, to witness all these tears.
Isn't this, for so long, that which you longed to hear?
Isn't that your goal in life?
To cause me pain, and bring me strife?
You, who told me many times,
That you wished I would just go die...
Are these the feelings you call love?
Is this what everyone dreams of?
Such pain and torment, all consuming,
Devouring me whole, yet still blooming
Out, to spread the cursed sickness.
But, I swear, as God's my ...
The Last Resort
Tears well up, threatening to o'erspill these blackened lashes.
Blackened; That's what society calls fashion.
Little girls playing in mother's make-up.
Wind, whispering through bright, green-leaved trees.
Running around barefoot, the wind in your face.
Falling back, your hair flowing behind you on freshly cut grass.
Looking up at the clouds; sunshine streaming on a beaming face.
Bliss, eternal and sweetly innocent.
Reminiscing years later...