The Ferns

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
It's another story of a broken girl. Another shadow no one seems to see.

Submitted: January 15, 2007

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Submitted: January 15, 2007

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Hidden under the ferns,
Curled up crying.
Your last words still burn,
In the corners of my mind.

The suns going down behind the trees,
I close my eyes tight.
I'm alone in the dark,
Tucked alone in the Twilight.

For every beginning,
There is an end.
Cradled by the night,
My broken heart I shall tend.

I hear the voice,
I know I should call back.
I see the lights flashing,
I hide from the attack.

They find me and take me home,
I'm cold and covered in dew.
I'm in the light now,
Seems a comfort to few.

Lay me back into the darkness,
The pain burns my veins.
I fell the numbness enclosing me,
My happyness stained.

I see your face,
And I hear your voice.
The hallucinations of my broken mind,
Gone without a trace.

I wake up screaming,
Searching in the dark.
I run through the ferns,
But your still gone.

I sit under the oak tree,
Staring at the sky.
I see your face in the clouds,
Your voice is in the wind.

I close my eyes one more time,
Lost again.
I still hide in the dark,
No matter the sunshine.

They try to reach me,
But I can't hear them here.
They thought they'd found me.
They were wrong.

Im still hidden in the dark,
Under the ferns,
Your words still burning my mind,
With the pain of loss.


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