Life is a tragedy
She lives in the shadows,
With no-one on her side.
She has always been down there;
She carries the pain behind those eyes.
She sings of melancholy,
Whilst wearing a smile.
She dreams her life will change,
But she will always live in the fire.
Her future is tragic
And everyone but her knows.
She is surrounded by friends,
But she is all alone.
She drinks from a bottle,
To forget her thoughts.
She sings from her black soul
And who would have thought?
Now she is gone from us;
We always knew this day would come.
The drink and drugs were her bullets;
Her life and thoughts were her gun.
She speaks in riddles,
In lines we can hear.
Her voice has the echoes,
Of a thousand years.
(C)2016 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
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Author:
Aa Harvey (
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Comments2
Great work, enjoyed reading!
Thank you for reading it.
Some lives are indeed tragic. You wonder if this person ever did have a bit of pleasure. Perhaps in the drugs.Hugs.
Thank you for reading my poem.
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