She lay there in her white vest,
in the comfort of her little nest.
Drenched in blood all over her chest,
no, this was no jest.
She had long been on that quest,
to quench that unending thirst.
In her own body, she felt a guest,
a lifelong feeling, it wasn't the first.
The voice kept nagging like a pest,
constantly told her she had to pass the test.
Convinced her this way was the best.
But forgot to mention she wouldn't live to see the rest.
This is ominous and sad...someone talked her into suicide huh? Another interesting and well written piece.
Posted 10 Years Ago
10 Years Ago
thanks shirlena, i was inspired by a schizophrenic writer's book about a boy who hears voices and th.. read morethanks shirlena, i was inspired by a schizophrenic writer's book about a boy who hears voices and they tell him to do random weird stuff, thats the angle i was going for
Interesting exercise - it certainly encourages the writer to find new ways to say something. Curious... I think you've given me an idea. You've created a fine poem with the limits you've set for yourself. Keep writing, friend.
Posted 10 Years Ago
10 Years Ago
thanks so much Landred. and what idea is that? #curious
A valiant attempt...but I would have liked a little more...
Posted 10 Years Ago
10 Years Ago
okay, also felt it was a bit short but i was playing around with the words and thought it may lose s.. read moreokay, also felt it was a bit short but i was playing around with the words and thought it may lose something if i made it longer, but i totally get what you mean hey, thanks for the pointer :)