Where She Lays

Skin of alabaster, eyes of the Pacific, and a voice so sweet
Cherished then hanged, Loved then buried
Why such a tragic ending to such a beautiful life
Maybe because this beauty didn't want to be cherished, didn’t want to be loved but hanged and buried
Her name was Elizabeth
Face of an Angel but thoughts of silence, death
Her happiness drained until nothing was left
Thoughts of a knife then of a gun
Too many problems none from which she can run
Children laugh taunting her flaws, mistakes
Her final wish to never wake
Elizabeth
The real her incognito hiding from the pain
Struggling hard oh so hard to keep herself sane
The little that’s left .Losing touch with reality
She used to think “mom you’re never proud of me”
Feeling worthless and insecure
Wanting to see her name in that brochure
Sunrise July 26 Sunset January 23
She wanted to hear what they thought about her, wanting to hear every word
She sensed her time, felt it right
Swung the noose over her neck, her eyes shut tight
 
   It was a wonderful house
Every door leading to its soul
Every window an opening to its heart
Surrounded in war
 Overflowing in peace
There is where she is
There is where she lays
                  Her name was Elizabeth
Her body a flow of energy, ready to be released
Kicked the chair from under her, air supply ceased
There was no light
There was no gate
No Satan to tell her she was late
Just silence and death
Cold silence and death
Bloodless silence and death

Reviews

[Alexis]

Wow! That's an intense poem. I could see everything happening in my head very clearly. The wording was great and it flowed very nicely. Great job!!

[Bailey C. Writing]

Wow, that was really good!
Depressing...but very well written, intense, vivid...you're a really good writer :)

[larryb]

Well done i can see talent in your writing :)

[Ice QueenJen]

nicely done, although the subject is a sad and tragic one.

[Stripes]

This is amazing, the wording is gorgeous and it paints a scene vividly. I especially love the last three lines. While the rest of the poem was sad and flowing those three line are just, abrupt and cold, almost like they had no feeling, only truth.

[Brittany]

This is intense, and you can picture it so vividly with such few words.

[KaySea]

very good i like it

[Steve]

Very sad indeed......this makes one think of the many who have died this way. Alone and brutal.....

You are a good writer!

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"Her final wish to never wake
Elizabeth
The real her incognito hiding from the pain
Struggling hard oh so hard to keep herself sane"

{wow-this is superb set of descriptive-imagistic lines}

"Just silence and death
Cold silence and death
Bloodless silence and death"

{you wrote this excellently-there is such despair is this poem}

...i love this poetry...

james:-)

[Bubo]

One of the hardest acts I would imagine is suicide,the emptiness and lonliness that drives someone so lost, a haunting piece of a sad ending to life.

There was no light

There was no gate

No Satan to tell her she was late

Just silence and death