Left Alone to Fight Your Battles.

Wrote this awkwardly in my school library.

Silence creeps up my spine,

In the silken robes of disease.

It leaves the skin to curl,

Beneath its cool stare

My fingers will hit the wood.

Again, once more, in succession.

A small noise will rebound against

The lovely, empty walls,

And leave me to drown in the to

Wordless oil of my own demise. 

I'll inhale deeply,

The poison reaching its claws into my lungs

Caressing, for one sweet moment,

My 

Heart.

I've been here for a long time,

The battle of evil you preech

Slinking, higher, now, reaching toward my ears...

So I'll blow a kiss of things left undone,

And dive, my lovely,

Right.

On.

In. 

Author's Note

Thanks so much (:

Reviews

[Tkess]

Beautiful poem. I love the first stanza.

[Sourav]

Very nice write. Liked the structure of the poem very much.

[Kasey Bassett]

The words flow so sweetly off my mind :) You made a smooth poem without forcing a rhyme. I applaud that :)

[LostinKristina]

I really love this a lot.