Make It Out Alive

For Kate Singleton. I'm praying for you.

It's all finished, it's all gone

The ghost of a girl stands alone

On the edge of a highway

Bleeding and wondering if she'll ever make it home

It's all over, it's all done

She stands in the wreckage of what has become

Perhaps the last moments of her life

That the world will ever see

 

{But who are we

To say that she won't make it?
Maybe she'll be strong enough

To make it out alive

But who is she

To let go of this life?

To take everything that she'd been given

And leave it all behind?}

 

It's all black, it's all bruised
She doesn't know what else to do

But to stand there and wait

For someone to help her through

It's all faded, it's all torn

All her feelings have been worn

On her sleeves for far too long

And now they've been thrown away

 

{But who are we

To say that she won't make it?
Maybe she'll be strong enough

To make it out alive

But who is she

To let go of this life?

To take everything that she'd been given

And leave it all behind?}

 

It's all burning, it's all in flames

The remnants of the games she played

And the things that tied her to this earth

Have all been burned away

It's all quiet, it's all still

And now there is a space to fill

In the shape of a girl who took her life

And crumbled it in her hands.

 

{But who are we

To say that she won't make it?
Maybe she'll be strong enough

To make it out alive

But who is she

To let go of this life?

To take everything that she'd been given

And leave it all behind?}

Reviews

[Tai Chi Italy]

I have been reading your work and can relate to them all, could it be this girl, who I wrote of on that highway of destructive love?

Good to read a coherent response to writing the wrongs of a contagious love....moving on, Tai

Sudden Realisation

How could she expect her life to change?
It wasn't you! She seems to attract dicks.

No letting up on traumatising her life.
Bad men seem to want to bring down

A good girl, make her cry. Seduce, dominate then
Castigate and destroy her natural spontaneity.
Love her body. Abuse her heart and mind.
It isn't difficult you see? Being good is rare,
Much more rare than being kind
Pretend to love her,
But really only want to f**k her body
Then they f**k with her mind. Destroy the evidence.

She is going to have to find another way
To lighten her days, months or years.
How hard it is to shut down
This open heart and na�ve mind. To Change.
Become a liar and a cheat. Fall in
With the rest of humanity, sarcastic, vice ridden.
Filled with hate. Revengeful, dark and mean.
Jealous of what others have. Unable to appreciate
Their own blessings, just concentrating on hate.

She remembers her grand mother's fears�.
Whispering at first, and then screaming into her ears!

"You are too good for this world. You are too kind!"

She hears her and wishes she had drowned her at birth.
To be treated this way! For all the loving joys on earth.
It is worth every stab in the back and heart. F**k them!
For now she feels worthless, bereft and bleeding to death.

But she will rise; flick her beautiful thighs, smooth
Down her bootie and strut away�.Intoxication in her eyes.
Mysterious, beautiful and wise, and to all those hate filled eyes.

Way beyond their festering, hate filled touch.
She rises above and actually feels sorry for them�.

But not much!



Whoever Kate is, she will survive too. Being a strong woman, is the reward.

[Lkjhgf]

This poem is kind of like climbing out of a caved in mine and seeing a glimmer of light at the end. It's certainly very tragic and depressing, but there is a strong sense of hope permeating it. She's dead, but is she truly gone? No? Will she make it to where she is going? Possibly. The sign hanging over Dante's Hell "Abandon all Hope, All Ye Who Enter" has no place in this poem. Nice rhyme and use of meter to create a bit of rhythm in this piece of free verse also.

[Interrupting Dawn]

nice work, i like this piece. Im sorry i cant think of a good comment, just know that this is a great poem, nice work : )

[Rain]

Wow,
What a powerful piece, and one that just makes you really think. Your words created a vision of her in my mind...how scared and alone she must have felt. This was one of your bests. Rain..