Untitled Poem...
My shift at work starts at 7am until 4pm. We don't get much calls around that time since most American's are already fast asleep. In turn, I was bored, literally, bored to death. To save my brains from wacking itself out of my head, I made a poem which I don't have any idea for a title... Title suggestion is needed. Thank You. Criticize at your own will.
She stares at her reflection,
She cannot find the right words.
Thoughts linger inside her head,
Though her eyes stay frozen.
She tries to mouth the words.
Inaudible, yes! A sweet agony.
She opens her lips to scream,
Silence, yes! it's defeaning.
She waits in silence for a savior,
She prays to God for a miracle.
She hangs on to her faith,
Only to hope in vain.
The lies around her never waiver,
They box her into a closed coffin.
Her passion is useless,
She's already broken. '
Tis is the lie disguising in her perfect life!
She stares at her reflection,
She cannot find the right words.
Thoughts linger inside her head,
Though her eyes stay frozen.
She tries to mouth the words.
Inaudible, yes! A sweet agony.
She opens her lips to scream,
Silence, yes! it's defeaning.
She waits in silence for a savior,
She prays to God for a miracle.
She hangs on to her faith,
Only to hope in vain.
The lies around her never waiver,
They box her into a closed coffin.
Her passion is useless,
She's already broken. '
Tis is the lie disguising in her perfect life!