She stood on the hill, eyes like molten flames


Eyes filled with burning desires, held back by timeless shame


A single tear drop falls down her cheek, an endless stream of guilt


Nothing will keep her safe, her bars of iron made of silk





She sat down on the ground, and cried out to the world


Her voice the softest whisper, like the innocence of a baby girl


A longing deep inside of her, is telling her to live


Telling her to make it through, never, never quit






She can't handle it anymore, she just wants to escape


She wants to make it home, but she knows it's just too late


A single tear drop falls in silence, another unsaid word


Another moment of remembrance, for the falling of her world





She stood on the hill, eyes like ocean storms


Caught inside an internal battle, nothing can keep her warm


A single cry is heard, on the distant hill


For it seems an angel's died, and the world seems to stand still





She closed her eyes to dream, and never woke again


She wished she'd made it home, to where her life had been


But I guess it was just too late, she just couldn't find the way


The way that was right in front of her, never knowing it until it was too late





O' Maiden of dreams, rest in peace...

The poem was a good one although the subject matter was quite haunting. I was wondering if you wrote this yourself?

The poem was a good one although the subject matter was quite haunting. I was wondering if you wrote this yourself?


Thank you for the complement, and I intended it to be hauntingly beautiful in it's sort-of melody. I did write it.

Have you ever been published? A few of my works have as well as some short stories. I suggest you pursue this because the talent needs a broader audience.
Again very good work.

No, I've never been published, I'm only a freshman in highschool at the moment, so I just write for fun. But thank you for the complement!