Black and blue her sylvan dress
She counts the stars in empty space
Drowning in elegiac ecstacy
Lulled my mellifluous serenity
She is faded in her own reverie
Stygian red the blood drips
Slowly and steadily emotion slips
From tired eyes and bleeding heart
Like despair dropping from black
And white pages of torn art
Her charade keeps her alive
Though her mind cannot survive
The intertwined conflict
Black roses wither quietly
To the tune of sad melancholy
As the hue fades furtively
Like a dream fading into eternity
Yet she treads the empty path
Where doth the moonbeams cast
Her brilliant silver rays
And, broken and hurt she carries on
Like a lone wolf leading the way
* we've all gone through our own storms, some have tumbled while some have risen. This poem is pretty personal, it tells the tale of a girl who has seen nothing but rain however like a lone wolf she leads her own way with courage...
Sorry for such a late update, had a massive writer's block*:)
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Songs in Desolation
Poetry" If chaos is a work of art then my heart is a masterpiece" In times of great loneliness i write and draw at times of misery they turn into rythmic syllables and songs I can never understand. This is me, who i really am. Some write ups and poems fr...
