Past Life by Elinor Skinner (different ereaders .TXT) 📕

Scared and Alone, Weeping with no Restraint.

I've Given-Up Screaming for an Unknown name.

I know I can't forget, but..

I'll Hide My Memories Behind Darkened Curtains.

Even though I can't Save Myself,

I'll At Least Attempt To Save

            Everyone Else...

                      From my Fate.

The Fate Being Broken Beyond Repair....

            Broken So Badly...

That I Cannot Live A Life,

Like Everyone Else. 

Why does Death continue knocking at my door,
            Expecting Me to Follow..

Everyday it makes it seem that

the entire world has lost it's Light.

          Never to Return.

I know the Place outside My Room is quite Dead,

Yet People Tell Me To Get Out more...

Seriously, What Do They Expect From Me,

I Live Life as it goes, from one Thing to the Next,

Doesn't Surprise Me Much...

Don't See the Point, Everyone is trying to Make,

because I guess nothing makes Sense to Me Anymore.

Til it does I'll just shut my door,

Close out Everything Else, and be

Alone for a while to figure it all out.

Night and Day, I've Been Trying,

Yet nothing seems to be Straighter Than the Day Before.

Oh well, maybe Something will turn out Tomarrow.

Just Let Another Day go by, without a Second Thought.

Cause I'm not going to let it Bother Me.

Because Maybe Something will Turn out Tomarrow.

In a careless world,

when everything is just passing by, with nothing new.

Hanging along an invisible chain that lets me roam freely,

Connected to everyone else.

Strange how no one seems to notice,

Yet I see it All the Time.

When people become closer, the links are between them are less,

While people become more distant, the Links are more,

to Others Around Us.

Everyone senses this when sometimes

They feel pushed away, or when

They feel drawn to one another.

I wonder how anyone could be so Blind, but

Part of Life is knowing who is precious to you.

By figuring out on your own,

Makes Everyone Mean even more, to you.

Even though Time flys, it makes

   Life Worth Living.

Living the way it should be...

Full of Happiness and Light.

Sitting by the window comes a pitter-patter on the pane.

Tears of Happiness, Sadness, and Madness

Are pouring from the sky.

Distant click, glass comes a sliding,

Soul a slipping.

Not a chance, but without a glance,

Back; back to the past.

Fields wield a shield,

As goes a darting and flying.

A new life is born,

Like a Pheonix comes a rising from the ashes.

Today here and now,

Freedom rings from the church bells,

       Ring, ring,

Oh God, I am Free!

On a winter night,

The frost set a deep silence.

Then the doves took flight,

My heart stood in thier absence.

The moonlight hit a face,

Of a clock striking at the twelth hour.

As set upon the bed, a dress of white lace.

Footsteps down the stairs of a tower.

The snow silk wrapped around me.

Gliding down with my wings.

I am here for him to see.

And with him he brings,

The warm spirit of love.

Never existed

Out in the cold

Trashed and twisted.

It is always the same

Making nothing

Pain no one hears

Overly used

Rage with no remorse.

Told what to do

And follow it through

No one's protection

Tears everlasting.

Unable to

Save.

   Endless guilt,

      Lost forever.

          Emptiness,

              Sadness,

                 Suicide.

Severe

Creulty,

      Exposed

           And

               Maimed

                    Into

                        Nothing.

                             Gone.

Text: Elinor Skinner
Images: Elinor Skinner
Editing: Kayla Stiles
Publication Date: 10-21-2013

All Rights Reserved

Dedication:
To all those who inspired me to write: My fifth grade teacher Mr. Wright who started it all, The Writer's Studio who got me going, and everyone I ever met, that gave me the ideas that would come to life.