Lost Reflections

Yesterday she lay,

Her blood pooled,

Staining her long beautiful hair.

There on the bathroom floor

Her final port of call,

Her neck sliced, knife still in hand.

They found her today,

Just a little too late

A murky fog has darkened her eyes.

Heart and soul drained,

Her essence has left its vessel,

One final time.

Her cries whispered in darkness,

The pain was too much,

She ended her suffering.

They say she was just sixteen,

Tortured and tormented so young,

Silently screaming within lost reflections.

Sometimes, just a faint glimpse is caught,

Captured deeply within, shadowed by mirrors,

Highlighting a struggling soul, searching freedom.

God take your child home please,

Set her free,

Rest in peace they say.

©

Steve Gillespie

Haunting Silence

A cold whispering silence rings throughout the room

That fateful day still haunts.

Freedom at last she has found

No more pain, no more suffering.

Yet in the darkest corners of midnight, her eyes he still sees.

In the darkest corners of midnight, her eyes he still sees.

Memories fill his days with great happiness

But with nightfall,

Nightmares and torture fill his soul.

The haunting silence weighs heavy on his heart.

The haunting silence screams terrifyingly loud.

Will she ever forgive?

Will he ever forgive himself?

Her eyes he still sees.

In the darkest corners of midnight, haunting silence still torments.

© Steve Gillespie