this is a revised version of a poem of mine...my life, my struggle i believe i called it on here. i did it from a disconnected point of view this time.. like it much better then the original.
lemme know what yall think! thanks! =)
Her heart was barely beating as it wept like a willow
the mighty whirl wind swayed
The same billowing branches that cast endless shade
On the part of her tainted soul that remained.
Still engulfed to this day.
with arms wide open to pray.
"Please if you hear me" you say.
"Let the sun shine today."
Its far too dark to find the way.
full grown woman but like a child afraid
to sleep alone another night.
to start the fight that just might - it might
Help to ignite a bigger flame.
Put it to the phil and inhale.
exhale oh so slowly ,
as she thinks to herself..
"Is this the test, did I just fail?"
Put her soul on the shelf
Watch her flesh burn in hell.
But her tattered soul well,
Its in need of repair
but, its never for sale!
One Day this Queen will rise and prevail.
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