Lost

Forfeited in her own thoughts
She searches for a way out
This irrelevant lamentation for help
Moribund from her Repentance
This scythe sonorous in her heart
This strife to get out
Taunting her in this opprobrium of love
Forfeited in her own thoughts
She seeks a way out
With a somber lamentation

Reviews

[Sophie]

beautiful just beautiful :]
i think i feel tears coming on :p
loved it,
you are truly talented

[Arthur Crow]

Quite a well crafted poem, very good word choices and your lines run smoothly off each other.
Much emotional depth and substance, enjoyed!