Lost
There’s a star that’s not up high anymore
There’s a heart that’s no longer talking
But she’s still alive
Each breath, a suffocating memory. Each sound, a seizure.
She trembles, yet you will never see her cry
She’s numb from all the pain
Teardrops hilt to avoid her skin
Her painless voice helps her unbreakable self from being broken,
She’ll hop the fence so she can be less tense
The thoughts will come,
and make her head home
Where is the girl I use to love?
She doesn’t know nor do I
Poetry Slam:
This poem is about:
Our world