When she was younger
she wrote poems.
Poems of love hope and happy endings.
As time went on
they changed
morphed into something else.
Into poems of pain tears and dark times.
As time went on
they changed
morphed into something else.
Into poems of bad endings and short lives.
As time went on
they changed
morphed into something else.
Into letter now sounding more like goodbyes.
When she got older
she wrote a letter.
She told them goodbye and said sorry.
As time went on
life changed her
morphed her into something else.
Into someone so dark
that the darkest night in comparison
seems light enough to be blinding.
As time went on
and death became the solution
she morphed into someone else.
Someone who could finally get her peace.
YOU ARE READING
Poems
PoetryI scream till my voice gives out Till my lungs cave in Till my heart beats like a drum Till the blood rushes to my face Till the silence afterwards makes me think I went deaf 'Cause I'm so used to the sound of my own pain I scream until my body stop...
