Sunday, September 29, 2024

Poem:

By Pisaries Creator on 09/29/2024

She revealed herself like a whirlwind of a force.
Sashaying into the room as if she owned it.
Ready to touch anything in her path.
She would destroy all men if given the chance.
Her power would reduce all women onto their knees.
The children would cry for both their fathers and mothers.
The loss of both parents is a tragic event.
The pace of which she moves doesn't allow her to care.
She can't look behind her to see her damage.
Her body doesn't twist.
Her neck won't move.
The identity she has morphed into has changed.
No one recognizes what she has become.
I have never forgotten.
I remember the destruction she left behind.
The empty promises she used to maintain her power.
The guilt she threw at me.
She was not from my time in this world.
She could not have been human.
Her meaning behind her haunts me still.
She entered through the door quickly.
Her essence stayed near me.
I can feel her presence around me.
I know she will never leave my side.
She is what none of us can get rid of especially me.