The Painted Room (Poem)

[Lara Winner]

The Painted Room


Annie?s all alone

In her own little world

She paints flowers on the wall

To hide the blood she let fall



Brush aside the rusty stains

With pretty painted petals

Injection kisses in the mirror

Help her see so much clearer



Sticks and stones

She?s flesh and bone

Veins that cave under pressure

A masochistic smile of pleasure



Does she see

Does she know

That the rain falls for her

Melancholy left hope behind

Say goodbye

To Annie?s tomorrow



In the Attic of her mind

Covered in Arachne?s silk

On a shelf in the back

Sits a window draped in black



It has never shown her the outside

The glass was broken all the while

Jagged edges feel like home

In her heart made of stone



Solitude is her pacifier

While the numbness steals the hours

From within her shadows dwell

All that remains is an empty shell



Does she see

Does she know

About the tears that fall for her

This requiem of life?s mischance

Whisper goodbye

To Annie?s tomorrow


A.N.- This poem was inspired by someone close to me that overdosed and almost died recently. He was lucky and I don't think that I'm over the scare it gave me. This is just a way to sort my thoughts and it's the only thing I've been able to write. My mind is still out of sorts about it. I just hope he's learned something from this and that he never has to go through this again.

[Mellie]

That was an amazing poem! There was so much symbolism, similes, etc and it made the poem so much better. There was such a melancholy air, and from your AN, I can understand why. Excellent job and I hope he, and you, do better.