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Apr 2015
Darkness is ****** upon my heart like a sharp knife.
No tears drop from my eyes. The only thing that falls is my hope.
My body lay numb, my mind blank, comprehension beyond reach.
Deep down the truth waited to be unlocked, it sat in a knowing chest full of dreams and wants.

Dead.
Completely and utterly murdered.
The life once had stays shattered, scarred for all existence unable to be fixed with glue.

Time.
Stopped and shut down.
It drags on pulling the lifeless along with it, ensuring a possibility.

Peace.
Broken apart by war.
Reality is here and swallows up what once was and leaves it all in the dust,
To find another soul to torture.
This is an original poem.
Written by
Heather Lash
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