A Shadow To The World

Dirt roads, separated paths.
Two different worlds, torn to shreds.
Nowhere to run, nowhere left to hide.
Complete darkness, still blind.
She bled for forgiveness, upon her own life.
This girl, momentarily calm, young and insecure,
fighting back her precious tears.
Her heart, broken in two.
Only fear crept over her, unbraveful, unable to move.
Time stood still, moments passed.
No looking forward, just forcing herself back.
Hope slowly fades, her eyes, they become dim.
Trying to find herself, the fog oversees the wind.
Enough is enough, she grieves.
Sick of disappointments, but she still believes.
Rain pours down, she shivers.
Glancing up at the moonlight sky,
cries of horror fill her beautiful blue eyes.
Not knowing which way to go, she runs, frightened.
Covered in bruises, him to blame.
Burning still, as do the flames.
He left her life uneasy, unable for it to brighten.
She no longer feels what she thought was real.
Broken, can't seem to heal.
Face becomes pale, ghostly-like.
As if she appears dead in the mist, stabbed by a knife.
Fog overwhelms her, dissatisfied.
Still has nowhere to run, nowhere left to hide.
Becoming very distant, she screams out, goodbye.
Running faster, miles and miles ahead.
This time, hoping to find what is right.
This girl is nothing, a shadow.
Stepping back, dreams overcome her.
Tears pouring down, rain soaking through.
Still a blur.
Disappearing, she faces the facts.
No-one is there, no more breaths of fresh air.
Something attacks.
Realizing she's half-way gone, she leaves everything behind.
She can't keep up, she's stuck back in time.
Begging for forgiveness, once more.
She can't help but feel her insides turn,
a new life about to be born.
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Posted: Jul 2012
About this poem:
I wrote this poem, not really for myself, but for a girl who feels like she has nothing to look forward to anymore and just... feels completely empty. In the end it talks about a new life about to be born, when in reality, you'd think that meant a baby or something... Nah, it basically means death--turning into something beyond our world right now, like an afterbirth kind of thing.

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Dementia
I really like this. Captures the imagination. While reading it Tori Amos' song Me And A Gun kept popping through my head. Have you heard the song. Keep up the good writing. Tell your friend that life comes around full circle and to keep her head up
h0pepraybelieve
Thank you.
No I haven't heard that song, lol. I'm big into writing poetry though. But this poem is definitely a different type than my others.
orientalkoru
You must have a great understanding of human nature to be able to capture the sentiments and paint it with words. There are mnay of us who can relate to what you're friend is going through or feeling now. But there's always hope, life after all is what we make it and at times it feels almost impossible to survive a day; deep inside us is a well of love...love for us...digging deep will bring forth the strength to love ourselves. Her friend is blessed by your friendship...teddybear Welcome to CS-PC handshake bouquet
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