Along these dark streets she shall walk,
Passing by these lonely houses,
To others she speaks, but does not talk,
Caring not of whom she rouses.
She walks to her house, but not to her home,
Along these dark, dark streets.
She is dead, forlorn, and all alone,
Although her heart still beats.
Into the darkness she slowly fades,
Unaware of her unfortunate fate,
In the pools of sorrow she persistently wades,
Her heart filled up with hate.
The scars on her wrists remind her too well,
Of the hate that fills her heart,
So in the darkness she continues to dwell,
Slowly, falling apart.
Author notes
I wrote this elsewhere. Allpoetry, I think. As it is, though, here you have it.
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The rhymesceme's a bit tricky, but I assure you the poem sounds wonderful when read properly. As it is, though, did you get the general rhymescheme upon reading?
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heart - apart....very cliched rhyme...something else would be soo much more original...
not a fan of rhyme here....but I liked it lots...good job! -
Oh yes, I get the general rhymescheme. I had to read it out loud a few times to actually hear how some things worked, but in the end, it came across finely. The commas at the end of each line were a little jarring, but that may just be me as a reader. I commend you for your word choice and imagery -- poetry ain't easy. I would know. ^^; Keep up the good work!
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