She: Her own demon

by Rose   Apr 14, 2005


Her brows are a patchwork,
of her fading hope,
she sees threads unravel,
unable to cope.

The doubt that entwines her,
within her vacant soul,
herself formed an enemy,
who from within her controls.

Her spirit escapes her,
a demon now endures,
the passionless apathy,
from her sanity lures.

With cold hearted might,
she releases the pain,
knowing this empty shell
never shall fight again.

Each thought formed to harm her,
in pretentious clay,
made with her own secret poison,
a stale vessel turned gray.

To form her new mask,
she now pours the mould,
using all the self hate,
her heart used to hold.

She pours her own potion,
from within her iced heart,
with this forgotten disgust,
a transformation to start.

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  • 19 years ago

    by Dead As Yesterday

    Rose, its funny how poems and songs evolve over time, I would be interested in reading the original piece.
    This however was excellent I read write and play guitar also. I’m adding you to my favorites, looking forward to reading more.
    5/5
    Dave.....

  • 19 years ago

    by Gracie Jo

    Wow. This was mind-blowing! You have such a talent!!! Nothing in this poem seemed forced, fake, etc. It was all EXCELLENT!

    Thank you so much for the comments and vote. They really do mean a lot. I added you to my favorites, and I'm looking forward to reading more of your poems soon!

    ♥ Grace

  • 19 years ago

    by HOLLY ARMER

    Great poem! I loved the intensity! From the very first line I was intrigued! Keep it up~Holly