Her eyes open and she sees the world for the first time. Flowers in bloom, children laughing – she is in a foreign place. Spinning around; lost in confusion. Beauty unfolds before her. Her heart soars as she reaches to the sun. Darkness suddenly washes over her as the fear sets in. Her head in her hands, tears stream down her face. A touch on her shoulder calms her trembling body. She is still a broken girl. She longs to feel the fire that once burned inside her. Nothing more than an empty vessel remains. All at once her world comes crashing down. No one around her see the pain she feels. Screaming, screaming, screaming … why don’t they hear her? Eyes closed she slips away.
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That is beautiful.
~Mad Vulcan
The beauty is the addiction. Poem of an addict longing for a fix?
@ Mad Vulcan … Thank you! This is the first time I have ever shared my poetry.
@ GoingUp2Down … This is the poetry of a woman who feels alone. I wrote this to get out the demons in me that make me feel as if I will always be broken.
i really like this. youre a very poetic person 🙂 id like to read more.