Alone
Upon a single chair she sits
Surrounded by only nothingness
A room devoid of all spirits
Her soul within fragile as glass
Empty eyes stare out through strands of hair
Arms wrapped tight around her
Chilled flesh she bares without a care
A mind empty with no words to utter
No future nor a past has she
Only a shell sits upon that chair
Death perching near would set her free
Ending an empty life of all despair
As silent as a statue of stone
Her beating heart the only life left
All she has to own is flesh and bone
Even her soul was put to death.
Dee © 2004/06/2
Gary
stark reality
This is superb
One I wish I had written
EXCELLENT
*Linda*
Great writing
Andrea
Chilling.
John
in powerful verse.
"Her beating heart the only life left
All she has to own is flesh and bone
Even her soul was put to death"
Love Tinka
You've captured it so well.
Missed you
this is so lonely
such despair can
be flet in this
piece of gentle loss....
Excellent emotions expressed...
Lady Peg
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in tx., karen lynn. :(