I sat down... down... down...
falling into retributions of lost souls with
heavy hearts.
I stood up... up... up...
standing high enough to see the pain
crowding over the decades
of intermediate relations.
I fell down... down.. down...
deep enough to catch a glimpse
of the fires of the hell I created.
I flew up... up... up...
high in the sky with hawks
tearing apart their prey
like it was nothing.
I was your prey.
You were my hawk.
I was your hell.
You were my heaven.
I was your lost cause.
You were my purpose.
I walked toward... toward... toward...
the black door of goodbyes...
I ran away... away... away...
far enough to not see my past,
yet close enough to still feel the pain.
Written BY: EllaRosieCheeks
Date Written: March 29,2016
Love and pain! Lost soul with heavy heart. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
Beautiful poem written in a very unique and imaginative way. You have touched the heights of pain and bounced back again. I flew up..up...and up.....tearing away their prey...a sense of taking revenge and also a sense of liberating from it. Thanks for sharing.
thank you very much Savita :) You are very sweet, I plan on reading some of your poems tonight as well. ~ellarose~
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The past cannot be erased & the pain remains still