Her EvilA Poem by Lyanth
"The mind's too dark, thoughts, pure evil."
They murmur behind closed doors and windows "Her eyes don't shine, her head's not right." They tell each other and watch and whisper "She'll waste away in hell she'll stay and pay for all these sins." They say Unknowing of the troubled tides within the world where she resides And no one sees how her eyes plead When oft she stares into the reeds Her voice like broken waves of sea Drowning in bitter memories The lyrics written on her arms In painful, faded, ugly scars That trace the length, Is she too marred? The painful words of cruel discard Aside the lake she's spent her days Wistful memories as she fades But finds it in herself to stay Though she can hardly live this way Reflections of her thoughts still mourning Pain and sorrow tears adorning What's left is not an evil thing But grief, regret and keen longing. For great is the pain the damned soul carries While others watch, unknowing, wary Judgment spurts out easily, compassion she has yet to see Now let alone the woman be To sit among the reeds and weep. For rumors to fall on deaf ears As her soul breaks and disappears The past has swallowed her in grief Then taken her away in peace What was, was not an evil thing But grief and pain and keen longing And one thing we oft fail to see We tend to judge too easily. © 2024 Lyanth |
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Added on May 27, 2024 Last Updated on May 27, 2024 AuthorLyanthUnited KingdomAboutExclusive Hire is one of the best and prominent companies that you can trust when it comes to hiring a wedding car for corporate events, school proms, and weddings. more..Writing
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