"Untitled"

This is the story of a girl...

She tried to tell her stoy

in the way that she knew best,

she held too many secrets

that she felt must be confessed,

she wrote all day and night

what she intended us to find,

she wrote the information

that she wanted left behind,

she looked out of her window

at the sky of crimson red,

and with a tear upon her face, she wrote,

and this is what she said:

"The warmth of sunlight on my face,

the robins humble song,

the comefort of a quiet place

to know that I belong,

are long gone.

The day's filled with the vengance

that was once proclaimed by night,

while the night's filled with the terrors,

of mans bitterness and spite,

a dark delight.

There is no place for innocence

in the world I've come to know,

no clemancy to give

and no more pity left to show,

all lost long ago.

While greed consumes the many

and distruction covers all,

the flame grows ever higher

to bring about our fall,

for we all must fall.

Now darkness is upon us,

there's no place left to go,

but never forge-"

... of what, we'll never know,

Though she tried to tell her story

and though her will seemed quite unbridled,

lying abandon on the desk,

is a poem, still untitled.

 

Author's Note

Make of it what you will, the decision is yours...