images

the darkness that circles her;

the little girl blonde with blue

her weakenesses stir

but he'll help her through

 

cradling herself in a dark room

strapped within the walls of her head

its ok this will all be over soon
ignoring her thoughts instead

 

tiring of the fight

keeping herself here in this world

holding in herself too tight

watching her memories start to twirl

 

around her last breath

and her only soul

she openly welcomes death
to gain back the life he stole

 

Author's Note

ok i tried to put more imagry in this but i dont think it worked out to well thoughts please? . . . .

Reviews

[Huggy Bear]

I love this poem a lot:)

[Merry-Jane]

This is sweet. What you have of images is good here and they mix with feeling very well. I love it.