Rope Burn.

Just something that popped into my head.... I need to find a better title. Yeah.... Enjoy.

In a house, there is a room.

In the room, there is a bed.

Under the bed, there are dusty tissues.

 

In a house, there is a room.

In the room, there is a desk.

On the desk, there is a diary.

In the diary, there is a hopeless and sad story.

 

In a house, there is a room.

In the room, there is a closet.

In the closet, there are things.

Near the things, is a girl.

On the girl, there are deeper scars.

In the scarred girl, there is sorrow.

 

In the house, that had a room, with a bed that hid the tissues, and the desk that held the diary, and with the closet that kept a sad, scarred girl, there was a story.

                   But no one listened.

                                Because no one cared.

              And  no one heard.

 

      And now there is only a grave and a rope.

 

 

Author's Note

Tell me what you think.

Reviews

[Sharkapillar]

What do I think? I think that this was really well written, nice flow, descriptive--sounds like you were describing my room and me. I loved this!

[SLAlexander]

I think it was powerful, sad and very well done. Keep writing!

[deleted]

Wow very intense dark piece! However, it was very much descriptive. The way you wrote this poem was absolutely clever. I loved the way you made it as if it was almost a tongue twister. It teaches us that we should take a better/deeper interest in our loved one (others period). It can mean life or death for them. The girl in the closet disturbed me because you would think that her loved ones would see that as being lonely. Obviously they were too consumed with their own personal affairs. This piece was very inspirational and I enjoyed reading it. Well done! I look forward to reading more of your work!

[deeps]

Wow! Such deep emotion in this.
This is a most desciptive write too.
This is expressed well with such bitter feelings.
Well written