Isabella Francis Poems

The bell chimed clear and high pitched,
It felt as if the night's silence had me ditched.

Who the hell was it to irritate me at midnight,
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I'll run for hours,
I'll walk for miles.
I'll do anything,
To win that smile.
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Like notches on a prisoner's cell wall,
On her fair forearm, short cuts stand tall.

Each day in which she loses control over her feelings,
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Laying down pained, scarred and half dead, wanting to scream
Calling on to the Angel of Death to free me.
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Yes I'm addicted, not to marijuana, ecstasy or cocaine,
Yes I'm addicted, addicted to pain.

I drape scarves, I wear full sleeves,
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One morning I opened my eyes and blinked them clear
From that very moment I felt your presence near.

I opened the door and went out in my garden
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I’ve got lost in a ruthless desert,
Pained with hunger, dying with thirst.

I’ve wandered in vain for days,
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Hovering over a buttercup quizzically
Slowly landing on it and kissing it lovingly.

Her purple wings fluttered supple
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He doesn't judge me,
He just sees me.
As I am, unblemished,
By hate or love.
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I sit on the last bench,
Like I don't even exist,
Days pass by
In an eternal mist.
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