This poem is something like I would imagine that Helga would write if she confessed her feelings to Arnold, and he rejected her.
I live in the shadows, the hollows, the dark,
I was wounded and drained, by fiery hot sparks.
.
Left to regret,
secrets I have shared.
I won't ever forget,
mistaking that you cared.
.
Though time will pass,
my sorrow will remain.
Because I walk on shattered glass,
I will constantly feel pain.
.
Forever my tragedy has awoken,
This is my fate.
Which day after day unspoken,
I must always take.
I worked a bit harder on this poem than my last one. But it is only my second poem, so I would love some tips. I really want to improve, but first I need to know what to improve. If you have any questions about the meaning of this poem, I will happily answer them; all you have to do is ask!! (The dots between paragraphs are there because I didn't know how to do a double space.)
So please REVIEW!!!