Kresta Farr Poems
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(part 2 Of Pain) She Sits There Feeling Hollow
Crimson, purple, yellow, black and blue,
These colourings all over her,
But nobody else knew,
He did it to be hidden,
Cold and calculated plans,
Some times he used weapons,
Some times his big bare hands,
Kicks to her stomach,
A belt to her back,
She hits her head on the floor,
The loud cold hard crack,
The blood begins flowing as he drags her along,
The room begins spinning,
Her vision is gone,
Still not content,
With the hurt he has caused,
He rubs her face in the broken glass,
That lays there on the floor,
She is almost ...
Searching - searching for the words to say, but, they're not there. Instead a silence, a monotony of nothingness as the words i long for escape me.
Him - I see him every where - always busy - he doesn't notice the silence.
Her - I see her too, sometimes busy, other times caught in her own thoughts - she doesn't notice my silence - only her own.
Lost - the souls trying to find each other, but their quest is failing - still they go on looking, trying hard to find happiness.
The end result will