The Final Goodbye

by HJ   Jan 22, 2006


Evening air tickles against the back of her neck.
In the face of the wind.
I start where this story begins.

Far away in her heart, she holds her hand out to the rain.
It spills and tumbles on her palm.
Within the night, silent and calm.

Pain and pleasure were your favorite game to play.
You were sick and confused.
But you still pushed and abused.

When the deep sky fell, she awoke to a dark hour.
Buried in her thoughts, urges to suicide.
Bruises on her arms mark her cries.

As she ran faster and faster, she just got slower and slower.
Her destroyed angel wings of lust.
Nothing, all left burning to dust.

Your heart knows where love will go, she is more than you deserve.
The room is burning on fire.
Hissing flames and smoke of lost love and desire.

She fears that her fragile, secluded world lies in ruin.
The final sunlight fades from her bed.
There is nothing she hasn't done or said.

The golden rain falls, and she smiles.
The sun has swallowed the dark sky.
And with that she say's goodbye.

This strength of her belief will make her take her life.
She has decided, in the presence of god tonight.

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  • 18 years ago

    by Just Wishes

    You had a unique way in putting this poem. a good poem indeed.

    keet it up,
    just wishes

  • 18 years ago

    by Just Wishes

    Very talented. i love the way in which u designed the poem. it's mysterious too

    good luck

  • 18 years ago

    by Grotesque Angel

    Wow, great work....I seriously need to think of better comments. I always read such great work adn thast all I can describe it with.
    If you've got any spare time check out my poem "Gabriel", because I would love to know your thoughts of it.

    Darkest Wishes,
    Matt

  • 18 years ago

    by Harry Bryant

    Nice job hayley, I have thought about this poem for about a week now, and am stuck for the proper words I want to say, I was completely caught up in the poem, and knew the ending before i got to the 5th line, maybe it is because I am getting used to your style, though I knew the ending, I didnt know how you were going to get there, and you did it with your usual class, I always enjoy your poems, and your thoughts, keepup the great work as always Harry

  • 18 years ago

    by Steven Beesley

    Hayley,

    Whenever I turn to your poems, you never disappoint. Always something well writtien and this no exception.

    Warmest regards,

    Steve

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