Alone (finished)

by Biancas Veil   Aug 6, 2013


Here I am again
Reminiscing old memories
Listening to echoes of a time long past
centuries slipped by how long can the torment last

Childhood in that little house
No love resides there
Sad little girl no hope or wonder left sits and plays with paper dolls
Dressed in seconds and fead stale rolls

When of age
At sixteen she prays
That she escape her lonely fate
To run and disappear through the front gate

Days pass
And the years are slow
In a box under her bed
Old and worn but safely her cash is stowed

Nothing is better
Her life still the same as ever
She she laughs a bitter laugh
And yet she will not surrender

The time has come to leave
A note left on her bed
Holding all of her feelings
All of her plans and anything that had been left unsaid

Her first steps out the gate
With her bag slung over her shoulder
Though she does not run
She began to appreciate the little things as she has got older

Life is hard
Things don't always go to plan
Work and an apartment are hard to come by for one so young
She takes on any small jobs whenever she can

She keeps herself going
No past tense
This is what she chose
She will live this life sentence

Now a woman
With a steady job
She found her place in life
She cant trust anyone and is not cut out to be a wife

So here you see this girl was me
I am still alone after all I've done
I got myself out of a failing family
I thought I had won

Years have passed and centuries don't last
Every time I come back it still feels like I am stuck in the past
I can not run from this place for Forever feels home
When I'm standing all alone.

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  • 10 years ago

    by Marvellous

    Every wheat ferments for good brew. All that happens, tend towards win. Running from our fears, boost the yoke. There's always one out there, who cares. You can never walk alone here. Keep the good work, ever coming..

  • 10 years ago

    by Redangelwings

    I love this write as well. I love the story behind this. You start out as a small girl and like any broken family your parents fight. I get the feeling you feel like its your fault they faught. I hate thinking about the past but youdid a great job wording it here. Echoes of memories... I can see what you paint here. The echoes are screaming in your heart and they aare truly painful.I can uunderstand why trust is so difficult for you too. I was/am raised in a broken home. You will always heal in time and you will trust again. It may seem like yiu are alone now but there are people who always care. 5/5

  • 10 years ago

    by WintersAngel

    I love your writing style, it's very unique and different. Great poem.

  • 10 years ago

    by Lostlove1

    Isnt it crazy how the things we endure and experience as children lays the very foundation for the kind of adult we become?!This line hit hard:

    She cant trust anyone and is not cut out to be a wife

    When trust is broken it can take years to get back and sometimes we never doo!
    Nice write BV
    XX

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