~Nicole Black water surrounds
she will Never be found
Drowning in her lonely life
where is her father's Knife
Blurs of yellow, red, blue
some Old and the new
Slowly passing her by
she was living a Lie
her Death would come
she would miss Some
sitting there Waiting
Silently anticipating
she Took her light
one Last sight
that pure Red oozing
she was Losing
it flowed Slow
How was she to know
her whiteness Gone
like a fallen Pawn
it flowed Down
her little Broken crown
her wrists burned Fire
her Last released desire
she Tried to cry
all she could do was Die
Darkness took her life
no more Miserable strife.
This poem was also written for my poetry class. We were suppose to portray am image and hopefully by portraying it through colors and emotions, bring about a specific feeling. See .. its hard to explain .. but .. you got the message, right?
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