Flames of Sorrow

Another sad poem. Joy.

She covers her mouth with a thick scarf,

Hoping that even in this hot weather,

She will go unnoticed.

 

She wishes she could become a ghost,

At least until this reminder of her past,

Finally goes away and disappears.

 

She sits in the car and prays for death,

Because it would be more understanding,

Than this kind of humiliation.

 

She tries to think of a lie,

That will explain her appearances',

Outright strangeness.

 

She wonders why she was born into this world,

Where it is cruel to someone as young as her,

And seems to like causing her this pain. 

 

She stuffs the cotton into the small bottle,

So her pills don't rattle in her pocket,

As she walks around her personal hell.

 

The hatred and embarrassment surround her,

Causing her stress to increase,

Making the reason for her sadness grow.

 

The pain; the suffering; the things she must hide,

For if she reveals them it will call their moths,

To her building flames of sorrow.

 

Author's Note

I wish I had a scarf to hid my memory. Life has the biggest vindetta against me. I swear. I honestly must have been Hitler in a past life. That's the only way to explain it.

Tell me what you thought of the poem. Release me.

Reviews

[Ralphy]

Oh my dear, to everyone their is someone worst, who is humble and pain stakes through their heart. Nothing they can imagine can bring such pain although it does. Sometime we are tested, for whatever the hell of a reason, and we suffer, and cry and wish we were dead...but there is more to us then meets the eye, and things are not what they seem...who can phatom why things happen, but instead embrace your life as it is yours to embrace. I talk from experience.....

Your poem is well written

[trinityluv122]

Beautiful and i identified with the whole lot, being hypersensitive to feelings is frustrating and it really hurts. You write with such feeling and emotion, sometimes i feel numb inside wanting to crawl up and sleep forever.