Epitaph

Starry eyed explorer found another flag to drop

In the form of loose pills to conquer her America.

One straight to the head; a tight grasp towards her pocket:

An archetype for innocence with diamond eye sockets.

No longer interested in soft words or sonnets,

Only cares about the war she's lost and when she'll find her coffin.

Will any words be etched in the granite to whisper her legacy?

A legend in her own terms utilizing Athena's jealousy.

It's sad to see the day when the sky falls like this:

Clouds retreat to avoid the crash but the comets will not miss.

In the crater we will find a body if we're lucky

Label her a misfit and another helpless junkie.

But I can see better, past black and white shades

Into the gray area in which her mind lays

I don't think I can save her, but I hope that I'm led to

That little lonely girl just begging to be rescued

You don't have to go through this yourself,

All you've got to do is ask for help.

This fairy's broken wings don't flap like they used to,

Writing diaries in angels' dust but the meanings misconstrued.

And after her pen bled all the ink that she could use

She starting using her own blood to write the feelings that she knew.

Now the page is full and there's so much left to write.

Carves the meaning of her story on her skin and swears that she's alright.

It makes me see the world in a completely different light,

I hate to see you hurt yourself but whatever helps you sleep at night..

It's scary asking all the places that you've been

When rings aren't the only things that are piercing your skin...

You're having dreams now, so there's progress to attempt

The road to recovery is plagued with hurdles and missteps.

I am here to catch you if you ever start to trip

And help guide your arrow towards all the targets that you've missed.

You can ask for anything, I'll do what I can

So don't be hesitant if you need a helping hand.

You don't have to go through this yourself,

all you've got to do is ask for help

The funeral was silent, sky was overcast

Cast over cloudy hearts and a less than sunny past.

Sent shivers down our backs as wind whipped our spine

Standing shoulder to shoulder in a large circular line.

Preacher said words from a bible, every one read

If God loves all his children then you have been adopted

Placed in a foster home your self esteem depleted,

Practically given up at birth, now I hope that you can see that

The mistakes that they made were much more than monumental

You are living proof that life isn't always gentle...

But you have your own touch have so much left to give

So many things to say and so much more life to live

We buried the body so nobody could see

The shell of what once was and who you used to be

And all you did was smile as we made our way home

To scribble I survived on your empty headstone.

Reviews

[Gomer LePoet]

This is some very interesting and mind challenging words here. The fairy princess is sleeping, maybe weeping, lamenting the lost thoughts still trapped inside.

[Jordan Haley Nadja Blac..]

this was really good, almost like your fairy was trying to flap around me

[Devons]

A fascinating examination, if not exposure, of the life of a tormented, addled soul. The mysterious way in which the poem weaves in a somehow present-day appeal to this soul, momentarily lifts it up for the potential eyes of future or present victims and sufferers.

"I don't think I can save her, but I hope that I'm led to
That little lonely girl just begging to be rescued"

These lines are touchingly beautiful.
And although this is still a very intelligent, if not complex piece of work, it is very accessible in terms of its delivery and subject matter.
The last section -describing the funeral- is potent and the final image of the girl who 'survived' by escaping life through death is intensely effective.
To employ a cliche (since, having reviewed so much, it has become practically impossible to avoid) this poem is more easily summed-up (but not best summed-up) as a bitter-sweet testimony to tragic human existence.

[holly]

Very interesting work for someone 17 (or older for that matter). I look forward to reading more. Thanks for posting!

[Ashesh]

Awesome Write...
I agree with you, some people are misfit to the world;nobody understands them... It was a gloomy poem, I smell death in it...