I done this poem now today hope you like it enjoy it. the imagen is done by the ai
“the daughter of the wind
Dressed in blood,
weeping without end,
I see your finger on the trigger,
and somehow
it is always following me.
It cuts too deep.
Your words are blades,
and every sentence
finds the weakest place in me.
I watch you moving fast,
then fading slowly,
like a shadow
trying to disappear
before I can beg it to stay.
Soldier,
you hold the trigger.
Please,
before you pull it,
let me say one prayer.
I am terrified—
not of the wound,
but of the silence
you will leave behind.
My life means nothing to you.
Can you see my broken heart
still beating?
Does it not move you at all?
Inside my chest,
the bullet you gave me
is still turning,
spinning like a roulette wheel,
deciding which part of me
will break next.
When you fire the shot,
I count to three.
One.
Two.
Three.
It goes too deep.
Your words are cutting me.
I know this is a test,
but this trial is heavier
than my soul can carry.
Confused and wounded,
I stand here—
the daughter of the wind,
a dream without a compass,
the owner of a ship
with no helm
to guide me back
to my harbor.
I look around
and see the sky raining,
but the rain is only
the tears my soul
has been too tired to cry.
Oh, please wait.
I am not ready
for you to leave.
The sun rises
inside my fall,
but still,
I am breaking.
Oh, it hurts.
Let it go.
Pull the trigger
and end this
for my sake.
I will be strong.
I will not cry.
But first—
before everything is gone—
let me say my prayers.
“Click.”
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Like a Ship Adrift
Like a ship adrift,
with no helm,
no shore,
no way out,
I drift in the middle of the sea,
still searching
for the harbor
that once felt like home.
Like a flower
abandoned in the desert,
I bloom in silence,
but even my own thorns
begin to hurt me.
Your love is like an echo
that never returns—
I call,
I wait,
but nothing comes back to me.
I cry out,
please, someone save me.
There are too many emotions
rising like waves inside my chest.
Look at my heart—
it still beats for you,
even while it breaks.
But maybe it is too late
to rescue me.
I am like a plant
slowly withering
beneath a sun
that never learned
how to love me.
I close my little eyes,
tired from crying too much.
I close my eyes
and feel completely lost.
I wander down the wrong road,
caught between my love
and everything I feel.
I cry until even my feelings
begin to disappear.
The world turns dark around me,
and my life keeps spinning,
spinning like Russian roulette,
never knowing
where the next wound
will land.
Look at my heart—
it is wounded.
Still beating,
still calling,
still breaking
for you.
Soldier,
pull the trigger—
but know this:
even in the wound,
my heart still called your name.
“Click.”
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Like a Ship Adrift
Like a ship adrift,
with neither helm nor shore,
I wander upon the restless sea,
seeking the harbor
that once did feel like home.
Like a lonely flower,
forsaken in the desert,
I bloom in silence,
yet even mine own thorns
do wound me.
Thy love is but an echo
that returneth not.
I call,
I wait,
yet no answer cometh unto me.
I cry aloud,
“Pray, let someone save me.”
For many sorrows rise within my breast,
like waves beneath a storm-dark sky.
Behold my heart—
it beateth still for thee,
even as it breaketh.
Perchance it is too late
to rescue me.
I am as a tender plant
that withereth slowly
beneath a sun
that never learned
to love me.
I close mine weary eyes,
spent with weeping.
I close them once again
and feel myself utterly lost.
I walk astray
upon a crooked road,
caught between my love
and all my wounded feelings.
I weep until my very heart
knoweth not what it feeleth.
The world around me
turneth into darkness,
and my life doth spin and spin,
like a cruel game of chance,
not knowing where
the next wound shall fall.
Look upon my heart—
it is sorely wounded,
yet still it beateth,
still it calleth,
still it breaketh
for thee.
Soldier,
pull thy trigger—
yet know this:
even within the wound,
my heart still called thy name.
“Click.”
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