Shades Of Pale

In the darkness it sleeps,

Slumbering alone it weeps,

It is small and alone,

The pain inside is so unknown,

 

It doesn't know how to smile anymore,

It doesn't remember the features it once bore,

It doesn't remember what it's like to laugh,

It is the wreckage - the aftermath,

 

Gasps float around the dusty room,

Echoing inside the bloody tomb,

It can barely breathe,

An essence of pain it has weaved,

 

On the farthest wall it has a photograph,

And below it lies a paragraph,

Scratched into the wall,

Those little words say it all,

 

He smiles down at it,

Making it remember the fire that was once lit,

The text mocks it,

Making it remember how hard the blow was when it hit,

 

It sits and it cries,

It doesn't have the ability to rise,

It reaches for the knife,

It's ready to end this life,

 

But it stares into the mirror once more,

And tries to remember the features it once bore,

And I stare back,

Then after the sound of slicing, our vision goes black.

 

 

 

Reviews

[Theresa]

Beautifully written, the words flow effortlessly. I like the verse:
"It doesn't know how to smile anymore,
It doesn't remember the features it once bore,
It doesn't remember what it's like to laugh,
It is the wreckage - the aftermath,"
It's sad that this is what it came to and you can feel the emotion through your words. Really great piece. Thanks for sharing.

[Jessie]

Wow!, that was deep! I'm speechless! this is an excellent write...so well formed and it flows together with ease. I loved it! Thanks so much for sharing..... TC