She whispers secrets to the moon
While her spirits dropping low
What has consumed you they ask
This isn’t the girl we know
What’s true for them is not for me
This is the girl they know
That darkness in me bottled up
Doesn’t always show
I hold it in until the point
when it can not longer stay
That’s when the sweet little girl they knew
Slowly fades away
If you ask the moon shining through her blinds
What goes on inside her head
He’ll tell you he’s her best friend
And this is what she said
Mr. moon help me grow wings and fly
Far away from here, I’ll no longer cry
After seeing my life and the path it lead
I promise I’m okay with being dead
So you see their little Angel
With the wings ripped from her back
Who sits and sings and smiles and plays
And makes her family laugh
She isn’t truly happy here
She wishes for a break
The love she gets from those around
Always feels so fake
Without anyone here to love her
And show her her own worth
She sits in bed alone at night
Wishing for the worst
She smiles on the outside
But what’s really underneath
A little girl stuck in her head
Holding on to grief.
The sadness of the memories
Ones that replay in her head
Of all the times her parents eyes
Looked as if they wished her dead
While you remember, their little angel
Had her wings ripped from her back
Remember she also watched the world she loved
Slowly turn to black
Please be gentle on her spirit
When you take her from this hell
And remember she was an angel
Without wings to fly who fell
- Author: ~Al (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: February 25th, 2022 09:09
- Category: Unclassified
- Views: 16
Comments2
I really like this poem! Especially the line "she whispers secrets to the moon". That's what poetry is!
Wonderful piece of poetry that reflects a life that so many live in secret.
Thank you for publishing.
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