Stigmata

[Lily]

Stigmata



Sitting by a window is a figure
She sits alone, staring past the cars
Young in age, everything is faster
On her arms bear hefty crimson scars

Troubled at the gray and murky sky
She stands up slowly with a heavy frown
It caught her eyes within a tiny second
Before her hand sets the coffee down

Nonchalantly stepping by the curve
Someone whom she takes a hasty glance
Someone with a bundle in their arms
It's then she knows that it will take the chance

The bundle lets out wails and futile sobs
An infant, as she stares with unknown fright
The cloaked figure grins and whispers words
She can't decide which one of them is right

Her hands press firmly against the glass
Helpless, yet her words a desperate cry
The cars rush by across the street
The bundle drops, she couldn't try

Emotions are a foreign word
Her hands slowly slide down the glass
The figure leers and walks away
The cars are simply going to pass

Eyes are wide, as they sit back down
Picking the coffee with one hand
Nervously, she begins to smile
Smiles at the pain, the small demand

 

[Kyosuke]

Thats deep, it seems that the girl has a emotional scar that can't be healed, which seems is why she can't really feel much emotion (from what I assume).

It took a few times for me to understand the meaning of it, but it seems like she had an experience that deeply affected her. I could tell that narrative poem must have taken some time to write, and it really makes you think more of what its about, and the story behind it.

 

[Lily]

Indeed, I based it off of the definition of 'stigmata' from the dictionary...

...Interesting. Heh. Thank you for reviewing though, I thought it didn't fulfill any meaning or...well...

I'm just bad at poems. XD

 

[Kyosuke]

Ok then, I guess I made a mistake about the meaning XD.

And don't real about the poem it was good, I had to look up the defination of "Stigmata" myself ^^.

 

[aRedMoon]

That was good. I could imagine it being a song. o_O