Text Size Large SizeMedium SizeSmall Size    Color Scheme Black SchemeWhite SchemeGrey SchemePaper Scheme        

Devoid of color

Summary:
I am no one. Alone. Unworthy. This is a collection of poems. From Bella's zombie state, to Rosalie's decision to call Edward. What were they thinking? How did they feel? I decided to add on more chapters, because writing it was fun. So make sure you hit "next".


Notes:


1. Chapter 1: devoid of color

Rating 5/5   Word Count 139   Review this Chapter

The darkness seeps into the corners of my room.

Taking the place of the draining color.

A zombie state.

Calls me to desolate silences.

I rest against the wall, a forgotten piece of furniture

Collecting dust.

Metal rusting.

Wood decaying.

Hopes dying with the days.

Fading away with the colors of my life,

So that I star in a black and white film,

where no sound is heard

but the main character stares blankly out the window.

I wait for that twinge of color at my window pane

the signal that Spring has finally come

to my dead Winter.

The efflorescence of dead buds

the return of sound,

that will not come.

My eyes devoid of the spark of life

heart fractured and shattered

broken by the damned angel that held it.

Glistening shards poke through my chest,

bleeding softly.

I'd put the pieces back together again,

painstakingly,

and give it to the angel to break

if it meant seeing his face one more time.