redstarfish2

No Matter How Hard I Try...
2002-11-12 01:17:50 (UTC)

Lonely Plans

Lonely Plans

She walks all alone with her head down,
Her long, black hair in her face,
On her full, red lips she wears a frown,
To her parents, she is a disgrace.

Day after day she is ridiculed,
As she walks through the halls of her high school,
Her opinions and thoughts are over ruled,
And no one really accepts her.

She sits at home staring out her window,
At the tall, dead tree that resembles her,
Her thoughts bring the dead tree to life,
And suddenly her day becomes a blur.

She remembers being a child,
And swinging in the tire swing on the tree,
She remembers how she use to smile,
And how her life use to be so free.

Suddenly a light goes off in her head,
And she jumps up from her soft, warm bed,
She dumps out her backpack and all her books,
And decides to get rid of the dirty looks.

She finds her book of knots and rope,
This book is now her only hope,
She flips rapidly through its yellow pages,
She's going to do what she's been considering for ages.

She throws the book across the room,
And glances out the window of doom.
She stands beside the tall, dead tree,
And suddenly, this girl is free.

She steps up to the old tire swing,
And cuts the rope from which it once hung.
She threw the tire across the yard,
And smiled in approval at what she had become.

She tied the rope to form a noose,
And climed it to the strong, dead branch.
She slid this freedom over her head,
And jumped straight down to her death.

Her whole life flashed before her eyes,
The dirty looks, their peircing eyes,
Surprisingly, she never cries,
With a smile on her face, she slowly dies.

~Ashley Bott
11/10/02
***
That's the first narrative poem I have ever written. Not to
bad for the first. I had to write it for school, so I
decided to share it with you guys. I love you!




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