Wedding Day

by Raychel   Nov 25, 2006


Her white wedding gown
Flows all around.
No one notices the red,
Until she falls to the ground.

Her head thuds upon the base,
Of the alter she should wed under.
"Will I ever be happy?"
Were her last thoughts she could wonder.

A bridesmaid lets out a shriek of dismay,
The soon-to-be groom rushes to her aid.
Bleeding to death by a razorblade,
It's a game she shouldn't have played.

Her sleeves are stained,
On her white wedding gown.
She died on her one day of happiness,
But no one noticed until she fell to the ground.

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  • 17 years ago

    by Tripp

    Hmm I'm suprised I didn't notice this one...I think that it's great. you have a great skill for putting rhythm into your writing, and it works wonderfully. the entire poem was great, and I love the sort of light/dark comparison. it's her wedding day, which should be a day of happiness. yet, she cut herself and bleed to death...most likely due to depression. pretty intense. you're definitely evolving and becoming a MUCH better writer....keep it up.

    your druggy friend
    Tripp

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