She’s in a Forrest, stripped and scared
walking on the bones of  people, who cared.
Spinning around in circles, she finds herself alone
running away from the thought, that she’s now on her own
A job well done, she’s killed everyone around
now she’s begging to just hear a  single sound
sticks may break, and stones may fall
but with the wounds in tact, she might as well crawl
No road to be found, No people to save
and they told her if she didn’t stop, she would be digging her own grave.
but she didn’t listen  and she didn’t care
now she was wishing, everybody was there.
she walks motionless around the trees
she gives up asking as begins to freeze
she falls down crying, with her clothes faded and torn
while  she wondered why she was ever even born
8 comments
I absolutely love this, wish I wrote it.
thank you, it means a lot. i’m surprised someone commented hahah. most people don’t comment on the poems i post but thank you so much 🙂
That is really beautiful. Have you ever thought about sending your poetry to a magazine or something?
actually, i haven’t. i dont think my poetry is good enough :/
wow amazing, so raw I could feel you feeling all these emotions, you’ve found a way to express your pain and anything and everything else 🙂 you are more than good enough
thank you so much, wow.
It’s beautiful, and it is very well delivered I enjoyed it.
This is an amazing poem