Lonely Girl
Ever just the same
The shadows calling her name
She stares at the night
Clutching the dress in fright
Smelling the scent of flowers in bloom
as memories, all around her flood the room
Why is she alone?
For what sin must she atone?
How can she bring it all back?
once so bright, why is it now dark?
She whispers a simple prayer, not for much
Then she reaches out for an invisible touch
A tear falls on her pillow
Her heartbeat slow, heavy with sorrow
she knows to grow she must leave her cocoon
She sighs, soon, as she stares at the pale moon
Tomorrow's light will surely bring a new day
Maybe there'll be someone to meet her halfway
for you!
14 comments:
so help me u call me "waru" again-haki ya nyanya
Aaaahhh thank you my dear! I feel that was for me....
Nice poem pal, but tell me why is she lonely?
@Nick - LMAO - dude! hehehehe
@Sandman - aaaahhh that was so sweet yet so sad. Amazing how you can write from the 'other' perspective - loved it loved it.
More please! *pout*
@ nick haki ya nyanya (the vegetable I hope!)
Sandman this would have been me some years ago took me back in time ...*sigh* thank you.
It is not a feeling that completely goes away as situations scratch the tender surface.
aaaiaaa i was pitwad by this one i gat to reduce this work and take an off for blogging..
eeh can say that was made for me.. i feel u bratha so can i have a big hug and look ur back my bros that wont be on ur case...
wow... nice poem :) it was something about the things u left unsaid that sparked my imagination.. awesome stuff, keep it up!
This is a very good poem, sandman. I love its rhythm and rhyme.
pardon me if i'm wrong but hadnt u posted ur pic here last week?
Wow... I'd be giving up a lot if I said that poem hit close to home...a bit TOO close, but I won't! Once again, words fail me, your talent is startling.
Shall I somment some more? :)
A very good poem Nephew. Ni kama you feel how she feels. It is just a good poem.
the gift of words.....
you can feel her loneliness and kinda remorse and second-guessing as to why she has to be alone yet feel her mustering courage to get up and move with as much as a ray of hope that it will be ok. great post.am at a loss for words, you got them all...
this is a really cool poem and the fact that a dude wrote about a girl's experience makes it even cooler! auuui...one of them actually understands us!
...and we shall be many waiting at the halfway bridge for the halway-comers to just move their butts and get here already!
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