With a broken heart
she's all alone
and she's got no place to go.
She cant leave,
she won't leave,
she's lost.
She's all alone
With a broken heart
She cries in pain,
she cries out loud.
To sleep,
thats what she wants.
She's all alone in an old house
Every night she waits for her mother to pick her up.
She walks around,
with tears in her eyes,
blood on her mouth,
A dirty white dress
Wearing a blue laze
Her curly hair all over her face
Nowhere to go,
Nowhere to hide
So young
So scared of the dark
She was left alone
to find her way,
No crowd to follow,
Just her own self.
She cries out loud
reliving the night
she was sleeping with wide eyes.
Frozen in place,
her gaze wouln't brake,
and shadows were walking near her bed.
Her father came in
"Thank god"
she thinks.
But as it got harder to breathe,
the fear wouln't leave.
Her eyes flew to her father's hand
A needle with liquid,
thats what he held.
She was scared, crying
and frozen in place
Unable to move,
to scream for help
She watched the needle gettin' stuck in her arm
Crying,
the air leaving her lungs.
Sobbing,
as the beating of her heart stoped.
Jane walks around the house
every night
since 1685
Crying in agony,
she just wants to take a nap.
She cant leave,
she won't leave.
she's trapped.
YOU ARE READING
Moths
PoetryThey deserved better... Jane, Methuselah, Razor, these are some protagonists of Moths, a series of poems and short stories about loneliness, depression and maybe death... Only one way to find out. I DO own the cover (now)
