A Touch Of Darkness

I have been alone, thinking to myself for awhile now about my past.

She was a tainted cherry tree, painted against the sunset with no where to go.

She was chosen to drink the flask of poison, she caused treason against her loved ones with no reason.

She was in the dark, only a spark lit up her mind but not her surroundings because she was blind.

She was too blind to be kind to the ones who really loved her, so she betrayed them and hoped someday it would get better.

The dagger in her hand made her stagger, the dizziness all to real and the bitterness in her mind never changed.

The blood on her dress made a mess, the stain in the clothing pained her thoughts.

It was cold... Her mind was no longer bold as her vision slowly faded she had realized her life became outdated.

The stone floor, covered in crimson blood became an eyesore.

She betrayed her loved ones when she could've stayed, but no one could stop her.

Her ghost was the prettiest, the most anyone would want to see.

She disappeared because she feared the memories of that past, but her life force shall ever last.

Author's Note

Don't mind my formatting, this was just a quick poem before I had gone to bed. Happy reading!

Reviews

[Abhilash Hegde]

I like the way it flows, I see a continuous stream of thoughts, with no forced lines.
On a lighter note, it's not a touch dark but a lot darker at it's core.
It needs a bit of formatting, otherwise comes off as a very neatly expressed piece of write.
Keep writing and sharing :) Take care.

[Scarlet Rose]

Thank you, I'm not good when it comes to formatting but I love sharing my writes with others.