tears of the stars

tears of the stars

A Poem by Scout

The dark night surrounds her

making her sadness only worst

she held a white rose in her frail, icy, hands

the same rose she had held the night before

but then her hands had been warm and jittery

so much of a change in only a day

why she asked herself as she looked to the stars

Does god hate me, does he wish me only pain?

there was no answer, adding to the lsit of her unanswered questions

the stars twinkled down on her almsot crying for her sadness

she sighed letting out her sobs

looking down at the wilting flower

she wondered if life would ever be the same again

not realizing she had done so

the flower made it up to her face

she breathed in its sweet scent one last time

such a sweet thing but now filled with her darkest memories

she felt a warm armd around her

looking up she saw her mother's gentle face

she forced a tiny smile to show

it will be ok her father said from behind her

she wanted to believe him

but she knew he was lying

goosebumps appeard on her arm

the cold was becoming painful

so she decided to do what she had come to do

she knelt down on the cold green grass

and lightly placed the rose next to a tombstone

her boyfriends tombstone

she wished she had told him not to go drinking with his friends after the prom

she wished he had not driven himself home afterwards

yet she did not blame him

she balmed herself for not stopping it all

a tear fell, landing on the white petal

she stood up robotically and walked away with her parents, knowing she would feel guilty the rest of her life

Her parents with their arms around her

did not notice their daughter removing the ring from her left hand

and placing it on her right hand

and the dark night surrounded them

© 2009 Scout


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Added on August 24, 2009

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Scout
Scout

Mesa, AZ



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I love writing and reading. It is the best feeling to sit down and write out your feelings in poetry, or imagine a dream world and write a novel. I can not imagine not writing ever, it is like my oxyg.. more..

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