cursed

life is sorrow
living every day as if its tomorrow
cursed from birth
decieved through life
answers seen beyond her eyes
a dream seeming to be happy
taken beyond to deaths tapestry
life taken within her dreams
nothing left unseen
dark scarlette painted walls,
skin as black as coal,
bruises spotting like chicken pox
death is not what u could have thought
all i know about her dreams
is nothing ever works out as it seems

life as you know it,

could change within any moment

hatred could consume your soul

death would take over all of the unknown

blood would fall like rain

tears would pool

nothing would be the same

love will be lost

truth found

as you fall to the ground

nothing is ever as it seems

except within her scarlette painted dreams

Reviews

[holyspirit1]

so sad poems for one so young to write..you have a talent but too much focus on pain and sorrow..don't let pain cloud your soul..looked deeper with in your spirit..for whats in the spirit can set the soul free...