Come see this girl just sitting there
knees pressed together
hands in between thighs like prayer
head hung down
seeing turned in toes
feeling the jabbing rock
and stinging numb nose
frozen tears on the road
expressionless face no one knows
like fingerprints
lingering around in the cold
frostbitten grass
and rusted fence
desolate paved way
alone and defenseless
eyes
those glass eyes
mapping the pebbles
the shards
and the cleansing rain
that washes it all away
a little girl
with brown hair
dripping stringy strands
and dirt splattered pants
who knows what's not okay
not old enough to say
everything in just the right way
so she's just sitting there
with that stare
and her thoughts
collected randomly
from quick pawn shop stops
bought and used
simply feeling abused
blinded and unaware
never taught how to care
about herself
and her dreams
only to be awakened
by her own late night screams
with the angels behind their
picture windows
and the demons fighting in their
lairs
and remnants left haunting
of a girl finding nowhere.
-lynsey 9-13-1996
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Lynsey,
ReplyDeleteThere are so many lines I love in this poem. One in particular:
"eyes
those glass eyes
mapping the pebbles
the shards
and the cleansing rain
that washes it all away"
This is some pretty heavy poetry--I shouldn't assume that it's autobiographical, but I know poetry so often is.
It breaks my heart and makes me want to know more.
Brava!!
Cindy
Thank you.
ReplyDeleteI've never really shared these much. I suppose its about time.