I see it, I feel it

In memory of my dearest Elisa, who will always be in my heart 

I see it

I feel it 

It's coming

I see it

I feel it 

It's here

It takes me in its arms

As though an embrace

And then snaps my neck

And i fall to the ground

It reaches to catch me

But only so i land quietly

It lays me to rest

On a bed of red roses

That use to be white

It tells them it was my fault

That i did this to myself

And they believe it

But i know who you are

And i am coming for you 

I am coming for you

Before you take another

Little girl

Who's scared to be herself 

Reviews

[therisa]

Am guessing, this mystery force is, being raped, by a love one. Symbolized, by the changing of the roses, from white to red. Sadly, this isn't limited to just young girls, but happens to boys, as well. I do hope, you're writing is fictional, and not reality, to you or a close friend, Emily. For no child shall have endure such experience, at any age.

[Duckey]

It's about a friend, sadly. I have never been through this myself but this poem is written in her memory. Boys often fall victim as well yes, i understand that, it is just how i chose to finish it, as my friend was a girl.

[therisa]

I understand, Emily, I would have said, in memory of Sally (---- to ----), if she has passed away. Either way, a loving tribute to your friend.

[Duckey]

Thank you, yes, she committed suicide shortly after. I miss her very much, but I will not let her story be forgotten

[therisa]

Your welcome. And am sorry, you had to experience this, Emily.

[Duckey]

It's okay, It's something i will have to live with now, but i will always miss her.

[therisa]

Hoping, through poetry, your scars heal and you can help others. May you find peace, with your friend's death.