Broken

She lie there, broken bones, broken heart,
Final words were still ringing in her ears,
She couldn’t breathe,
She could no longer cry,
She could feel no more.
While the buildings dust of fog surrounded her,
She screamed for any help, as blood flowed down her leg.
No one could see her,
No one could hear her,
No one came to her.
The fire burned fiercely, debris falling onto her fragile body,
She felt her life slowly start slipping away from her body, and then
No longer was there pain,
No longer was there fear,
Wherever she was, she felt better here.

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shadowgrl123
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Joined: 03/12/2010

Poll

How often do you write poetry?
Daily
20%
Weekly
11%
Monthly
2%
When the mood strikes
47%
During stressful or emotional times
13%
Not that frequently
4%
I just like to read poetry
3%
Total votes: 339