A Tear of Forgiveness

by Lonesomeme   Apr 25, 2007


She stands alone in the darkness
Without fear, without hesitation,
She will wait for a thousand years
Beyond eternity, she gazes
Her neck stout and held high
She can not be detered

She controls time and space
Voices whisper around her
Muttering lies and words of betrayal
She listens to the sound of the wind
Blowing through a windchime 300 miles away
No words could be spoken to break her

A single expression, thoughtless expression
Is strewn across her face
As if she was stiff, still, a statue like figure
Amongst the shadows she stands
A single bloody tear drop falls from her eye
Breaking the plain of a puddle under foot

Waves of emotion cease to exist
In her time or in any other
Death and decay have consumed her soul
She no longer breaths purely
But contamination and over population
Ruin the integrity and honest of her world

Alone, a single bloody tear falls
Creating chaos and tragedy
No remorse for the sick
No sadness for the deadly sins
Created by this cold bitter world
And yet, she still sheds a bloody tear.

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  • 16 years ago

    by TotaMariee

    Beautiful. simply beautiful..

    xxx

  • 17 years ago

    by ashley

    O love this poem

  • 17 years ago

    by xTheEcstasyOfSuicidex

    I like the emotion in this and the story.
    Both were very strong and could be felt/ reconginzed thorughout the entire poem.
    Very strong.
    Nicely done.

    xTheEcstasyofSuicidex 5.5

  • 17 years ago

    by xxSnow Angelxx

    Excellent poem!!!..lovely wrk!..
    "She controls time and space
    Voices whisper around her
    Muttering lies and words of betrayal
    She listens to the sound of the wind
    Blowing through a windchime 300 miles away
    No words could be spoken to break her.

    the stanza above is sooo...beautiful!!
    This is a superb peice of wrk!!...loved it!
    kp it up!
    xxPoojaxx

  • 17 years ago

    by Goran Rahim

    Wow, this was just an amazing work
    so much feelings, sadness , and emotion mixed up that created this great poem.