Life So LonelyA Poem by Whitney KleinhuizenLight the beacon, sound the alarm. A crime has been committed. Unjust and malicious, tragic it's become. No wrong that can be set right, none to pay for this merciless act. A faceless enemy with no body of its own. It arrives in a hushed stillness, creeping among the shadows in which it hides. Full of patience, awaiting the opportune moment. Silently, steadily, and skillfully, it takes and takes and takes. Taking until there is no more. Only then will it release its suffocating grip and return back to the chilling darkness from which it emerged, leaving behind in a destructive wake, a lone girl who lost her way. Spirit slayed, soul captured and abused. Robbed of a life and thrown by the wayside. Abandoned, alone and hopelessly damaged, left to gaze into an unrecognizable reflection. To her, a stranger. She slowly sifts through gray ash and burning embers of all that used to be. Left with endless questions, always unanswered. Who was this girl, before heaven and hell collided? Where was she, as the fires rained down from the sky and the waters rose up to meet it? After all has been obliterated, every trace of what she used to be, destroyed. Who is she now? No foundation remains to build a new self upon. And yet, she continues to exist. Aimlessly wandering within a hollow shell, among a life so lonely. No sense of self, no identity. Left with no hope of ever finding the broken pieces, pieces of who she once was, or what she might of been. With nothing and no one, she continues to wander into days that become endless. Never changing, ever the same. Living, But forever gone. © 2012 Whitney KleinhuizenReviews
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StatsAuthorWhitney KleinhuizenPortage, MIAboutI write out of expression. I don't know all the "rules of writing" and quite honestly don't really care. I write what I know. I write what I feel. I write beyond the eyes. I write from the heart. A.. more..Writing
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