I sit in the chair with my head down,
making sure my face is not shown...
These thoughts slowly consume me,
Whenever the silence is overwhelming...
Sweet poison on your lips
drown me in your lies...
The time you are, crossing the sky
Peering down or gazing high...
Two stanza Octtava Rima: abababcc dededeff
Each line as a 10 or 11 syllable count...
Your majesty covers the feathers of death
Beneath the wings of your corpse...
From tall trees to endless pit
Our lives change faster than ever...
Everyday I put a smile on my face
only to make you happy...
I cried today.
It wasn't a normal cry...
Why do I feel dead?
No pain just numbness instead...
This poem is dedicated to all those who struggle...
"Why would they give up on her?"...
There's a story to be told,
But where to begin...