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A WINDOW FRAMES A GIRL
She sees the world,a sick creation.
Separated by a window.
Draws a heart in condensation.
Straight through the middle is an arrow.
In every moment no one comes.
She thinks about a life before.
The consequence of scripted drugs...
Leaves a mind scattered and torn.
The demons touch,ever so close.
An icy stare that spreads the horror.
Spiritual guards have turned to ghosts...
Those evil hands,now graze her aura.
Inside her room of padded walls.
Tally marks now count the days.
Defined,and branded by her faults.
The mark is carved upon her face.
I saw her there one olive morning.
Her gaze beyond our atmosphere.
Minutes seemed like hours burning.
I never witnessed pain so clear.
The ones she loved have all abandoned.
Left her within herself alone.
The story behind those eyes,the saddest...
From the girl framed by a window.
Separated by a window.
Draws a heart in condensation.
Straight through the middle is an arrow.
In every moment no one comes.
She thinks about a life before.
The consequence of scripted drugs...
Leaves a mind scattered and torn.
The demons touch,ever so close.
An icy stare that spreads the horror.
Spiritual guards have turned to ghosts...
Those evil hands,now graze her aura.
Inside her room of padded walls.
Tally marks now count the days.
Defined,and branded by her faults.
The mark is carved upon her face.
I saw her there one olive morning.
Her gaze beyond our atmosphere.
Minutes seemed like hours burning.
I never witnessed pain so clear.
The ones she loved have all abandoned.
Left her within herself alone.
The story behind those eyes,the saddest...
From the girl framed by a window.
Published 27th Mar 2013
| Edited 16th Nov 2015
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31st Mar 2013 4:28pm
Wistful--Sorrowful--
Between the band-aids, and the barbed wire within my heart,this poem manages to find an empty space of vulnerability...slicing deeply and effectively. Through your vividly poignant descriptions,your readers are drawn into the moment...experiencing the intense emotional pain of the girl at the window.
This piece addresses an extremely difficult, heartbreaking, and, unfortunately all too common existence for some, with gentle, sincere compassion.
"Defined, an branded by her faults..." This line is openly honest! "Spiritual guards have turned to ghosts.../The demon's touch, ever so close./An icy stare that spreads the horror/Those evil hands, now graze her aura"....these lines soo chilling, soo un-nerving, but just soo creatively accurate in presenting the effects of drug addiction.
Jasper, this poem cannot help but touch readers...on multiple emotional levels. Well penned!
Sioch`ain leat,
Enchantress
Between the band-aids, and the barbed wire within my heart,this poem manages to find an empty space of vulnerability...slicing deeply and effectively. Through your vividly poignant descriptions,your readers are drawn into the moment...experiencing the intense emotional pain of the girl at the window.
This piece addresses an extremely difficult, heartbreaking, and, unfortunately all too common existence for some, with gentle, sincere compassion.
"Defined, an branded by her faults..." This line is openly honest! "Spiritual guards have turned to ghosts.../The demon's touch, ever so close./An icy stare that spreads the horror/Those evil hands, now graze her aura"....these lines soo chilling, soo un-nerving, but just soo creatively accurate in presenting the effects of drug addiction.
Jasper, this poem cannot help but touch readers...on multiple emotional levels. Well penned!
Sioch`ain leat,
Enchantress
31st Mar 2013 11:44pm
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