Posted almost 4 years ago
Hi, im thinking about writing a poem book, these are the fist 3. Please tell me wat u think!
Goodbyes
She sits in the dark
Waiting for someone to walk in and save her
But all that she sees is sad
The pain feels that it hates her
The darkness tells her to end it all
She cannot move or feel
All she feels is numbness
Her head is spinning like a wheel
Her tears whisper to her
Chanting a twisted song
She wipes them away quickly
Their songs went on too long
She gets up
She walks slowly, slowly away
She goes into a shed
Her words cannot display what she wants to say
Wait! What’s that!
She has come back, back to the gloomy room
This time with a rope
Her every footstep sounds like a boom
Her hands are shaking
As she ties the rope
She gets a chair and ties it to the ceiling fan
She can no longer cope or hold on to her little hope
The darkness lifts the rope up
It giggles, as if to say
It fits around her neck
She kicks the chair away
That’s it
Her life flashes before her eyes
She lets one last tear fall
She chokes her last goodbyes
Run away girl
She packs her bag
With all the essentials
Food, water, money, clothes
She kept her plan confidential
The sky is barley grey
Sunlight peeking through the night
She sneaks out of the room, carrying the bag
She remembers her parents fight
Down the hall, the floor is creaking
Hope for the best, eyes closed
Hold your breath
no, keep your consionce closed
Phew, no one is awoken
Tiptoe, tiptoe, can’t risk anything
Past the lounge room, out the back door
The wind chime is moving, hear the pings?
Out into the dark
The giant, scary world
She is on her own from here
Her lips shape into a curl
The more she walks on, the less you see of her
Hopefully you will always remember the girl on the run
Now she can roam, walk and wander all she wants
She has won
The leaking pen
The pen has started leaking
Like a river it overflows
Onto the holders hand
But the holder doesn’t know
It smears, sneaking down
But still, the holder doesn’t realise
The ink is black and deceiving
It's souls and eyes are full of lies
Down onto the floor it falls
It is a silent mouse
Through the floor boards it goes
Down, under the house
It sinks into the soil
Its last resting place
The ink smiles
There is no longer any trace
-madstar 
