Treasure Island

Bailey Schatte

(09-08-1997)

The Unknown Woman


She is,
Depressed with confusion,
While lost in the world of her own thoughts,
For she is desperate for the answers,
Of what went wrong in the past,
Because she longs for what she once had.

As tears run down her cheek,
She thinks back on all the good times she had;
She wipes away the tears,
And walks on with her head held high.

She regrets what she has done,
But knows there is nothing in her will power that she can do;
She stops and stumbles;
As her heart beats faster and faster,
Choking on her own blood,
Her vision blurs to a nothing,
And she falls to the ground.

Lying in the pool of her own regret,
She gasps for the air,
That is not,
And will not,
Come to be there.

Submitted: Friday, January 18, 2013

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