Teddy.15

Solitude

 

She sits alone, curtains sometimes drawn
her door is locked
not even the birds come to flock

she has a snake, of course its fake
she sits there hoping someday it will wake?

what’s made her hide withdrawn from life?
she once was a talented poetess

see, the words of others played on her mind

she had so much baggage
and could no longer find
the road that led to poetry

she listened to others

but they were wrong

green eyed monsters
they wanted her gone

now she’s alone

but, her mind still has the power
to write poetic songs

the beauty that’s inside her

she no longer wants to share

she’s closed the door on poetry

it’s left her in despair

but locked inside, never to be heard
Just seems like such a crime
no one gave her a chance
she sits alone and cries

only she can hear the music
she stands alone to dance
writing poems and fables
in a poetry ridden trance

unsure of how to break the spell
in hope someday, someone will care

it\'s such a loss and so unfair
this talented poetess, will die there.