Wasted Wonderland

by HidinVictim   Apr 27, 2010


They call her black rose
He who does not know
Extracurricular activities showered in acid rain
Yesteryear's no fairytale, and shes to blame

Callused hands hold rope
Alarmed eyes search the skies
Lackluster skies, streaked with grey
Lift and pull, she must hide.

How mundane stories sound
Embracing extraordinary lies
Relief filled veins, each night she lives another day

Bloody hills, from knees to steep
Live as you may, but never flee
Abide by laws
Confined to those who are sane
Keeper of hearts must be tamed

Respect is earned but fear is taught
Obscureness, a necessary trait
She survives in mystery
Evading the future and praying the past will fade

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  • 15 years ago

    by Jad

    Impressive! I am at aww with what you have written. A very sad piece with so much sadness and lost of hope. The imagery as well just makes it all that much better as the reader can see what is going on and understand how the writer feels.

    "Callused hands hold rope
    Alarmed eyes search the skies
    Lackluster skies, streaked with grey
    Lift and pull, she must hide."

    This line once again proves my point of very nice Imagery "Lackluster skies, streaked with grey". A good poem from start to finish. Many ideas going through the readers mind as he or she reads it. Good job and keep writing.

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