The Space Between

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By <font color="#FFFFFF">The Space Between</font> •

A child grew up In the sense that she aged Her heart stood still And her soul remained caged Her number in years Creeped up the scale But the spirit inside her Still tiny and frail She's in a world which You might not know And that's where she resides Unable to grow It's a space too small For her to spread her wings There's no beautiful music No reason to sing Though her ears long To hear something sweet And her body aches To feel someone's heat There's no visitors here And why would they come? Once you arrive You might never get home Poor little thing She can't ever escape But at least she's accepted Her miserable fate For all time she'll reign She's named herself queen Of her personal hell... The Space Between

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March 9, 2006 03:55Crimson.Wings

this is a really good poem. i like how it was like a story.

April 13, 2006 04:23AndTheTreeWasHappy

There's a very raw and yet deeply despondant feeling to this one. I feel like you've really lived it. Good job.

May 31, 2007 19:43Caitlin_Californication

i like it.