Miscellaneous:

[Terry]

Her head lowered,
She stares down at the ground.
As she listens to the bustle,
Of the people all around.
She thinks about the pain,
That burnt into her everyday.
The terrible memories...
That would never go away.
She thinks about the tears,
That seemed to always flow.
She thinks how there's so many things,
These people would never know.
She thinks about the smile,
She kept upon her face.
So her family wouldn't worry,
Her pain..they saw no trace.
She went day to day,
With her war raging inside
A constant battle within herself,
Losing, no matter how hard she tried.
She remembers feeling so lost,
How peace of mind was never to be found.
Her troubled road would never end...
She stood without a sound.

She always wished for strength,
But she lost all desire.
Her nights became too long,
Her mind grew only tired.
She listens to the crowd..
As they shuffle on by.
She loves her family dearly,
She hates to hear them cry.
If they only knew..
How she felt on this day.
How she's finally free,
Now her pain will go away.
She says a little prayer,
In her heart and in her mind.
To protect them and keep them
And peace for them to find.

She raises her head and waits..
To hear the sweet sound.
Of the angels calling her home....and she watches,
As they lower her casket into the ground.

[alanmdouglas]

Dear Terry,

This is a very evocative piece, and I'm glad that "she" continues on while her earthly remains are packed away. That is as it is. Don't know about the angels tho !

I saw this piece had had no comments in a whole month, which is why I brought it up.

I might have used more verse breaks tho.

Love
Alan

[erikestabrook]

thanks alan for bringing this one up, Terry this piece is a fresh draft over charttered territory by many authors, what I like about it is the personbal way you make it about the girl, and the swift of description towards the end,
their were good verses that made an impact throughout though