Turvy__Topsy

Fish

Cuts and scars line the arms

of a girl not seen, not known. 

Colorful darkness, ignorant blindness

of the misery not shown.

 

Holding in the pain that falls like rain

on her already crumbling downfall.

People swim like fish in the ocean of ignorant bliss

but she fumbles, drowning in it all.

 

Innocent dreams, unpleasant schemes.

Waking up from a nightmare with blood curdling screams.

Everyone paints a story-like picture of the scene.

But life is never like the way it seems.

 

Spinning out of control

Dizzy, falling downward with deranged despair.

She'd much rather end it all this minute, this second,

not caring who she meets when she gets there.



To be able to comment and rate this poem, you must be registered. Register here or if you are already registered, login here.