Rien

by Avellana   Jan 20, 2005


Nothing

I cannot speak
I cannot shout
The life from me
Is draining out
Fingers grasping
Clawing at
Escaping from
A void so black
Dripping, Droplets
One by One
I can’t go back
But can’t go on
For life for me
Will be cut short
The only thing
I’ve been taught
To keep each feeling
Locked inside
The suffering
I had to hide
What joy I felt
Has long been gone
Can’t help but sing
A broken song
Of pain and anguish
Of fear and need
The warning signs
They did not heed
I live in shadow
Darkest mind
All thoughtless gestures
Paid in kind
The pretty pictures
Scars so old
The stories that
Were left untold
The wounds unnoticed
Tears unshed
I walk the life
Of a true undead
Not fully alive
Not fully awake
A life so fragile
Could only break
From the start
Not all was there
All I did
Could do, was stare
Their dreams forever
Safe and sound
So many pieces
Scattered round
Never a thought
Crossed my mind
Of what they’d see
Of who would find
A body small
Contorted so
You wouldn’t see
The girl you know

To show the people
Who forgot
To remember the mind
That was left to rot
The pain she felt
No-one could see
Her death now told
A memory…

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  • 18 years ago

    by VioletRaven

    Well written, I love the short lines you've used, they work really well.
    Great poem,
    *VioletRaven*

  • 19 years ago

    by Taylor

    great poem! i love it! i can relate! keep it up!

    Love, Taylor

  • 19 years ago

    by Sarah

    Amazing poem. Tres bon..well written hun. Keep up the great work..

    §The Only Rose In This Desert§

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