The tears run down her face. She makes no sound.
Like blood flowing freely from an open wound.
So do the tears flow from her eyes.
Her laugh is silent.
Although these days she hardly ever laughs like she used to.
The wolves have all but stayed…
Eating her up from the inside out.
Like a candle that burns brightly, flickering through the night
When it burns too violently, it will soon burn out
Engulfed.
By the dark.
The darkness lives inside her.
Like a nightmare, like a spider
Like a something that was never
and was never meant to be.
Loneliness is her company
no matter how many people she sees
because her heart has gone a bit fridget
a bit broken,
A bit unhinged
Slightly crazy
Not always all there
She cannot remember
A time that she really cared
Not anymore
The hands of men have burnt scars on her body
The tongues of women have left just as many
Its her soul that’s at risk here
Its her heart that cries over spilt milk
Its her everything
and nothing at all
This nothingness
This is how an angel falls.
This poem was inspired by me listening to one of my new favorite songs during the period in which I was waiting on my divorce to be finalised…
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Hope Whispers 