Alive

Boo....

There's light surrounding

Engulfing and warming

Absorbed by the darkness

Of the spirit in black

 

She speaks not a whisper

A cool icy stare

She passes like wind

Like smoke in the air

 

Her blood is a crimson

A ruby, in pain

Falls down from her quickly

Drip, drop like the rain

 

Barefoot, she is dancing

In circles, in mud

Sullen smiles enlighten

This place was her home

 

A soul that is burning

Yearning to die

Though she couldn't know

She isn't alive.

Reviews

[Jacqueline Lopez]

This is good and I liked the flow.

[Avocations of Amber]

What an intriguingly haunting poem you've written here. Your imagery of this spirit lady, this lady who thinks she's alive but really isn't anymore, was very dramatic and your words flowed very well.

[Dizzy]

amazing and beautifully written

[deeps]

Excellent, wicked and wonderfully written.