In the darkness it’s clear as day-
A silver silhouette:
A body lying motionless
In a pool of deep regret.
The shadow of what once had been;
Of a rose with twisted thorns…
A fallen angel stranded here
She’s Innocent no more.
On this night, she hid alone
And whispered a quiet goodbye.
She hung her head in the silence
Tears brimming her eyes- but did not cry.
She took each knife with bitter pride-
And never said a word.
To even reconsider now
Would surely be absurd.
In the darkness it’s clear as day-
A silver silhouette.
The shadow of what once had been
And of a fate…
Never met.
Jessy Liz
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-complexities-of-simplicity/
