I feel like a little girl
just sat in the corner of the world
the people all around me dont seem to notice,
dont seem to care.
I could run about
jump, scream and shout
but they would only kick me to the side
a dog wanting his dinner when they’re in a rush.
My desperate dives to safety
are blocked by the space where my broken heart lies
beating. Slowly. Carelessly. The innocent thuds of my heart’s last cry.
I see a face, an angel walking through the gates of hell,
and she is coming to me.
So calm, so peaceful, gliding across the rough ground
every step taken so carefully, she shines out bright like the first star in the dark night sky.
It seems everybody moves out of her way, too precious to hurt.
I don’t feel like the little girl any more.
I am an angel too, we fly together through the starry sky
and see the beauties of the wonderful world.
But she passes. Just like the other.
Her face darkens as she bashes into another, and i see she is just another devil. Another one of them.
And i am left, that little girl i once was
just sat in the corner of the world.
Hey, if you read this i’d really appreciate a comment… I’ve never written a poem like this before, it’s v different to my normal style. It has no fixed rhyme scheme or anything, but it has some rhyming couplets, alliteration, imagary etc…. Its sort of a bit like a story… I’m not sure what i think of it, so i’d like to know what you do!!!