Named

She’s had many names, but only one face.

She’s been few places, but has never stayed.

Yet, whoever she is and wherever she goes, she is never safe;

It always follows.

It hides in the night, cloaked in the shadow of fate.

Stalking its prey, it watches. It waits.

Yet, it never wonders… but she does.

She dreams of an existence in which it does not exist.

Darkness in ever corner, in the deep chasm of her heart, her mind, her soul.

Butcher! Betrayer! Blasphemer!

And she weeps.

On her knees, uneven and bruised, she looks up to the night.

The stars glow and glower. They wink. They mock.

And she cries.

She is restless and unhappy.

She is empty, and she is cold.

And no matter where she goes or who she is,

It follows, and it laughs. 

Reviews

[SpokenWord]

It is hard to get away from oneself. Maybe acceptance would ease the pain or bad thoughts. Strong expressions you share so freely.

[ice]

An enigma, is this......:-)
What is it that "always follows" and laughs?

Is it Dylan, when he is tangled up in blue?
"but all the while he was all alone,
The past was close behind"

I am guessing that personal history (the past) is what this poem is about.

Enjoyed the poem, Zyria
ice

[Shellie]

I like this I really do. I usually never look for mistakes, there's only a need for that if it crops up and is very obvious. There's alot of wonder to this and thats good the reader will be able to take it up alot of different ways.