Alone

With her pillow soaked with tears
And her wrists stained with blood
Her mind has given up
And her heart is long gone
She’s a silent soldier
Who walks all alone
Through a Hell of humanity’s creation
Afraid and abandoned she marches on
With a plastic smile to hide her pain
She just pushed on
Past the faces that don’t care
Through the life she knows she cannot lead

Reviews

[bobby]

Powerful construction of words like: stained, soldier, abandoned, pain These give away the anger and thought of the poem. A struggle, a fierce fight dwells just to the surface. Feelings of futility. Honest and courageous good very good.

[Ripple of Aqua]

Wow, silently strong. This is a very powerful piece you have written. One of the few that puts you in a tight maneuvered mindset, not that it was a bad thing, in fact, the harshness is what made it so raw and real. And the very idea that you didn't just say that she was just wandering because she could, no, you said that she was a solider, and she was going to keep marching on, even if she did have to put up a facade. Very deep and provocative.

[OtherWorldWoman]

This is filled with emotion. It really says something and lives up to its title, giving me the feeling of being "alone in a crowd". I really enjoy this poem. Well done! It is short, simple, but not lacking.