The Picture Within The Portrait

by Bekka Smekka   Jan 23, 2008


Blood runs down her pale wrist,
her vision fogs in creeping mist.

Silent tears brighten her eyes,
uncover the truth to reveal the lies.

A rope hung limp from a wooden beam,
her life was a waste or so it would seem.

The more they look the more they find,
her eyes weren't sad her eyes were kind.

She wasn't someone who would commit this act,
she wasn't just someone in a suicide pact.

She wasn't just some girl dead on the floor,
he knew that the moment he opened the door.

He would find out who she was find out her past,
at least that way her memory would last.

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  • 16 years ago

    by Lauren

    Wow! Great poem. I actually got goosebumps reading it. The imagery is fantastic. Keep it up xxxx

  • 16 years ago

    by SilentRebuke

    Really great poem. From the previous comment I started thinking what the title does mean. I think to me it means that even though she did that to herself, its not the kind of person she is. Not just another statistic, but somone with a personality. Just my thoughts on it. Keep it up, I love the simplicity and clarity of the word choice, it really makes the whole piece flow very nicely!

  • 16 years ago

    by XLOSTxxANDxxWANDERINGX

    Omfg
    this is like a really great poem
    i hope it is not truee
    its so said
    i dont understand the title but lol
    message me if you want

  • 16 years ago

    by Curing the Comon Cliche

    Omg are u serious.... u think im talented!!!!
    ugh holy crap this is really good. please comment one of mine id apretiate it but again this is really good. rsvp. :]

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