Sunday 20 August 2017

Prey | Poem


Artist Unknown
~X~
"She has no face, she has no name; a lost soul, The Devil to blame."
A fictional poem written and created by me.

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PREY
There’s a girl, stranger than fiction 
Her body, her mind, her soul 
Twisted and torn; life in restriction.  

She sits alone on the swinging tire of the willow tree
Isolated and consumed by thoughts 
Crying to be free.  

“Don’t give up. There is still hope left,” she’d say 
Until The Devil returned 
And cast that thought away.  

A puppet in his eyes 
A broken spirit 
Toying with her until she dies.  

And there alone, she weeps and wallows 
Numb, she opens the bottle of pills 
And downs them in five swallows.  

As she waits, she picks a lonesome flower 
Petal by petal 
Reflecting in her final hour.
© STEPHEX, 2017

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