Helpless she lies
In the street, cold and wet
Her hope for life dies
Her mind is scattered
Not thinking clearly
Her hope for peace is tattered
She looks for a way out
But is lost in illusions
She is consumed by waves of doubt
Nobody sees her
She’s hidden away
she sits unable to shed a single tear
the cold world has hardened her soul
she feels no pain, nor emotion
she has buried these deep in a hole
Nothing can calm her down
Her heart is pounding
A pool of blood, the place she shall drown
wow, i wish i was that gurl in this poem...
i love this one. what was your insiration for thi poem? -leia
wow...i really liked that one...reminds me of someone...a close friend of mine
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So true, her loss is devastating. Horrid hopelessness. The pervasive question resounds. WHY? ? ? Why a given person, why a given time. Well written. Cy