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Dec 2012
my life is a deep hole of naught
no friends, no family, no love
just emptiness filling a vast dark space
lined with hatred, immaturity and selfishness

a long time ago, the hole was once filled
with friends, with family, with love
everything was good, and everyone was happy
and the hole was lined with diamonds and smiles

but then something disastrous happened
and the hole was exposed to eliminating toxins
and suddenly the good became bad, and the happy became sad
and the lining burned like acid on the skin

the girl couldn't do anything about it
she just watched as her guilt ate her away
as the words of enemies and foes beat her to the ground
until there was no girl, just a bubble floating away
olympia
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olympia  nyc
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   G H Goodland
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