A house as grey as stone sat malevolently in the middle of the nieghborhood,
Deafening screams always cominv from within, but this time, not from where she stood
Staring into the neighbor's window, through the faint light she could see
A man in an army uniform enter the room and his son greet him with ecstacy
Howling and thundering abruptly intruded her thoughts from one story below
She hated this, not getting a moment of solitude, surely her parents know
Know, that it is not the booze and the poison they should now be worried about
But the quiet girl with a blonde head of curls, with a razor; too meek to shout out
Down the street lived the charming boy who'd always been obliging to listen
He would never know how her lips would feel upon his as she licked them so they glistened
How an adolescent, so young, could be filled with so much grief, heartache or tribulations
Hiding truth in her soul, where it will stay with her til the grave, a course about to take action.
How the neighbors or passerby could let the screams commence night after night after night
What happened to her after school or did they just assume they'd see her again in daylight
All assumptions, she assumed no one cared except Him, which was all she needed to believe
Hearing her parents one last time then inquiring to Him, "Have I done all I could achieve?"
All she dreamed of was tranquility and peace for once; she knew this life was ending
In doing so that God could give her all she dreamed of and more; with a razor impending
Looking out the window once more for a glimpse of true family, happiness, comfort
She caught the young boy looking at her, piercing eyes with a heavy heart, almost a look of hurt
She furrowed the razor deep into her collar to finally escape all the pain
Police reports said a moment of hysteria, but she and the boy knew she was almost sane
When asked about what he saw the only words he uttered were these, "I saw her unhappy looking out her window, slit her throat, then she fell. Her body may be on the ground, but I saw her fall up, because I think God wanted her to escape her Hell."
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- Comment from author about the poem: I wrote this poem awhile ago and the feelings I get from reading it still surprise me. I would love some feedback. I'm trying to get back into writing. Thanks.
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WELCOME BEEUTIFUL ~ THANKS FOR YOUR FIRST POEM ! Beautifully structured ~ perfect rhyming couplets (my favorite) and pulsating with rhythm ~ BUT ~ with such a sad sad subject. In the UK many Young Girls (and Boys) suffer physical & mental abuse (often in the home) and cut themselves to ease the pain ~ AND ~ sometimes take the only way out when it gets unbearable. This poem makes us all think about our Neighbours and especially about Young People (M & F) who may be suffering abuse. Thank for caring and sharing ~ Yours BRIAN (UK). Please check my POEMS ~ thanks BRIAN
Thank you so much! Have a happy Christmas!
I really like your story/poem. albeit a very sad tale.
I wanted to thank you for saving my poem as a favorite.
And also me as a fav poet. I really appreciate it. Welcome to MPS
and I hope to read more from you. I wish you a Merry Christmas and
a happy new year. peace ww
Thank you. I very much enjoy your writings and hope to see more! A happy Christmas and new year to you as well!
Great I have over fifty pieces posted here, you may like. anyway have a great day ! ww
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