As the world tilts forward

Sometimes the girl wondered

why she felt so disconnected all the time

when she was surrounded with beautiful creatures

and warm love and laughter.

~

In conversations she said nothing—

words withered on her tongue,

but turned her face to the cerulean* sky,

leaning towards the flossy clouds.

~

They call her.

They call her.

~

She could feel her loneliness

carried by the autumn breeze;

the cold zephyr* crept into her bones,

snuffing out the embers of her soul.

~

Bit by bit.

~

As the world tilted forwards,

she slipped away—

staring at her own body

becoming a frosty corpse.

~~~

💀I wrote the original version of this poem in my teens, but never published it. It was one of the few that survived from that time.

The original version was called "Sad poem of a sad girl" and was super dark and depressing (perfectly mirroring my emotional state of the time).

I thought it could be a good fit for "The road drops here" challenge with a wee refinement. So I added an extra line and changed 2, and swapped a couple of words that would fit better (thanks goodness my vocabulary expanded since then somewhat lol).

Here are some of my other, ye ol' poems that survived from my teens ((not so) surprisingly, all a bit dark...)

#4

#3

#1

And no, there is no #2. I have yet to find that.

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*cerulean: deep blue in colour like a clear sky

zephyr: a soft gentle breeze

(Maybe they are common words for native English speakers, for me they were new😁).