Disclaimer: I don't own the Twilight Saga; all characters belong to Stephenie Meyer, I'm just borrowing them for a bit of fandom fun :) Neither do I own The Hollow Men by T. S. Eliot – and I haven't really used it here anyway, just played with the idea a bit.
I cannot understand how to get the formatting right for poetry; I can't work out how to close the gaps between lines. It's a right pain. So apologies for that, and as a result // will be used to indicate where there should be breaks between stanzas. If anyone can tell me how to fix it then that would be brilliant.
This is my first piece for the Twilight fandom. I usually write prose, but today I came up with something poetic that felt right and so I thought I'd post it up. Any kind of comment welcome, constructive criticism appreciated.
Hope you like it.
Estelle Tiniwiel –x-
Mary-Alice Brandon
This is the way my world ends,
not in an explosion of light,
but in darkness.
I am the epitome
of that feeble whimper,
the quavering voice that cries
No! Stop! Please!
//
– The noises aren't heard:
not my banging on the door,
not my whimpering on the floor.
Locked in and locked out, and all knocked about,
society's misfit.
//
This is the way my life ends.
No whimpering now,
but a screaming cry
that's trapped in my head,
so long in the dark
that this feels like light –
Maybe. I don't want it to stop. Could you tell me what's going on, please?
//
– The noises aren't heard:
my heart banging against its cage,
my bruised psyche whimpering in rage.
Locked in and locked out, and too mute to shout,
the burning prophet.
//
This is the way my life begins:
a flash of gold hair
and eyes, like mine.
Moving forward,
won't look back,
voice and sight and feeling whole –
Yes. This is right. I know what will happen.
//
There's a band on my wrist
and I pick out a name.
Alice.
Just Alice.
For now.