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Katlyn Orthman Jan 2013
Sleep evading me again
Close my eyes
And his face is there
It's been years...
And the memories are faded
Like an old picture
I try drowning it with music
But it's there
The pain almost feels fresh
Like the smell of close death
And the feel of broken skin
The sound of sirens
And the shrieks ....
It's still so painful to speak
To hard to write down
In my sorrow I drown
My fingers are shaking right now
I saw him in my dreams last night
I remember his eyes
They scared me the most
Sometimes I'll cry ...
Cry myself to sleep
Because sometimes tears are easier
Than to speak
Because tears will shout
Shout it all out
And make me feel clean
It's a weight lifted off my chest
So I can get rest
But tonight it's trapped me here
In this room of crawling terrors
I feel like I have to scream
But it's stuck in my throat
I feel claustrophobic, like its got me
I really just need to sleep...
Katlyn Orthman Jan 2013
The frosty bite of the winters chill
Brought me from my daze
I was brought forth to a white painted hill
To look upon the trees that made up a maze
A fine winter indeed with a splatter of sorrow
As the ravens scream ahead
Because someone who will not see tomorrow
Today has been pronounced dead
The church bells sound with a booming ring
And the trees look desperately bare
And the choir overhead I can hear them sing
So I know you've gone safely there
To anyone who has lost someone close to them
Katlyn Orthman Jan 2013
My heart sang to the sweet melody
Of my crying piano
I was so sad, my lashes wet with tears
If only my prayers could cure my fears
My fingers moved slowly from white key to black
As I bite my lip to keep from sobbing
These are the moments I miss my viola
Katlyn Orthman Jan 2013
It was death who was knocking at my door
I had been trying to avoid his calls
I guess I really can't hide any more
It was a short walk, but a longer fall
And the leaves so sadly fall off the trees
Lives but a shadow at the brink of dawn
A soul that was captured has been set free
As the morning sun creeps on the front lawn
And so sorrowfully I hang my head
And await the reapers death painted claw
For this morning I awoke to be dead
For it has been the reapers scornful law
And death may come I have vanquished my fear
Silently may I hold my falling tears
Katlyn Orthman Jan 2013
I have been left here waiting
For you to stop breaking me
And the thoughts I'm debating
Are starting to frighten me
You said that I was nothing
A meaningless pice of dirt
But I thought I was something
And that's why it really hurt
To think I was in your heart
Was so foolish I could die
And tragically fell apart
From all your deceitful lies
I am broken pieces lying about
Be careful you might slip and cut yourself on the glass
Katlyn Orthman Jan 2013
The woods burst into flames
Not a hint of remorse
Or a hint of shame

I sat watching the fire dance
I was hypnotized by it
No one gives fire a chance

Slowly the trees began to drop
And the smoke clouded the air
And I felt as though my heart would stop

The leaves scream as they burn
And I feel so numb but so good
It was like the tables had been turned

The chains had been released from me
I was no longer bound to this place
I was set free

The world would taste a piece of freedom I felt
As I burn down the town
And watch all the materials melt
I've been watching a show on people in asylums and their was one on a girl who loved to set fires, I thought it would make an interesting poem
Katlyn Orthman Jan 2013
I had been running
For years.....
Tuning it out
And turning my back
But the stabbing in my brain
Won't let me shut it out
I hate when memories find there way in
When you rather they just fade away
If I could vanquish these faces from my mind
I would do it in a hearts beat
But for now I'll reach for gods hand
To help me through the maze of memories
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