Treasure Island

Marie Daniels


Alone At 2: 39 AM


In the dead of the darkest night,
in the most pitch black sky,
a girl is sobbing in her bed
between her gasps and her sighs -
and she is covered in ink
as she writes she wants to die.
That night was the night
when she finally understood
how the deepest thoughts
and horrible memories could
pain someone so much, that they
hurt themselves the way they would.
In the dead of the darkest night,
the girl, she sits up late
and counts everything
about herself that she hates -
and she, on this day vows,
love will seldom return her to this state.
And there she sat on that bed,
she closed herself away,
the girl knew it was too dangerous
to feel such deep pain,
because nothing ever lasts
and no one
ever
stays.

Submitted: Tuesday, June 04, 2013
Edited: Friday, August 02, 2013

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  • Shania K. Younce (3/16/2014 7:37:00 PM)

    Take it in strides. I often think. Then I push them away. I just keep standing while swaying in a stilled motionless wave. A very good poem. Bien! (Report) Reply

  • Utsav Patel (9/4/2013 2:15:00 PM)

    Good write! !
    But in my perception, every single ounce of pain has its own beauty...
    I turned them into words... Its upon you that how do you want to...
    Good luck for your happy life ahead... :) (Report) Reply

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