Shes sitting there
Alone inside.
Where is the world?
She wants to hide.
Anguish fills,
Her tear soaked eyes.
Sitting there
She does not cry.
A hidden fear
Upon her lips.
A broken dream,
To reminiss.
A cry for help,
From beneath her soul.
Blood falls from
Her gapping hole.
A silent mutter,
Escapes her lips.
A hopeless lie,
Her heart it rips.
Is she the epitome of an pain? ? or eternal loneliness? ? is she human? or just a mere feeling?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I like this poem. Thanks Karissa. I invite you to please read my poem.