Time is Running out
I stood before me.
Innocent but impure.
I stood before the mirror
And I wondered if I'll ever be her.
Naked and used.
Abused and undone.
I'm looking at the sky as I cry
But I don't feel the sun.
Staring at the bruises and scars of my past.
Recalling the feel of him but cry to forget him at last.
Remembering the pain but not feeling the same.
I'm only remembering one name.
Looking at my reflection in the mirror.
The pale scars that cover my body put me in fear.
I'm shivering on the floor.
The brusies are no more.
I feel like time is running out.
I shout one name.
I beg for the same days before the end of time.
He lays next to me but he will never be mine.
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