The boy
I felt lost
I felt cursed
i was never me myself
Expectation burdening
kept my shoulders numb amd weak
It was tha night
i cried and cried
nothing was right
me and four walls were left behind
All alone in a deep dark room
free black space,ice cold floor
knife in my chest
Choice was made
in my worst state
then came the voice that i adored
with that followed the bullet hole
"Why?" I thought
with all my strength i gave up
My eyes closed
"Memories",it flowed
There was this light
It was a boy in a stromy night
It was my hand
covered with blood
boy infront of my
begged me to stop
My eyes roamed towards the book
Just then James gave me a look
To end his mysry
I was to go for the kill
Time seemed to have slowed
Too late to know it was the boy that i adored
losing control of my hand got me to stab that man
As i left, boy gave me a stare
I opened the door and left with no care
Now it all makes sense
"I am sorry" to my boy
dying is the way for my repence
I cannot breath
This is my end
Yet in a way i am freed
With my eyes closed
I see a door
New source of hope
with last of my strength
I reached out to explore
It is a new wide world
Filled with good souls
I am sure
It isn't the place i belong
I ran to unfold
source behind this course
not long until I realized it was the after life force
I am a runaway
far from home
No restraints
after life
blue skies
faries with golden eyes
About this poem
It is basically a tragic story where a girl is stabbed by a boy . Reason for that is because in past she had played part in destroying his life and unaware of that, she fell for him. This story is really close to my heart.
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Submitted by elijaboss0 on September 06, 2022
Modified on May 03, 2023
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Closest metre | Iambic trimeter |
Characters | 1,386 |
Words | 299 |
Stanzas | 3 |
Stanza Lengths | 5, 48, 6 |
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