My newest poem. Enjoy, and please critique. I really don't like it. “One Poor Soul”
She never asked to be made fun of She never asked to be pushed around She never asked to be the one that no one loved She never asked for anything
She tries to fly free She tires to break away from all the pain, all the sadness She spreads her wings And she tries to fly
But... Every time she tries to fly She falls.
Her wings were clipped a long time ago When it all began When one poor soul began to push her around When other poor souls joined In the taunting The teasing The rudeness
She awoke one day And thought about all this pain she kept bottled up inside of her She thought And she wanted to get rid of this pain Once, and for all
She slipped the noose around her neck She stepped up onto the chair She tied the noose tightly to a beam in the ceiling She let her feet drop off of the chair
And that was the final end to her sadness
Yet, at the her funeral Many wept terribly But one poor soul wept the most He was the poor soul That started it all.
crash into me
heart
InsanePandaz · Sun Jun 15, 2008 @ 12:20am · 0 Comments