EVANESCENCE Author
Rating T
Isabella Marie Swan
One- shot
Complete
Summary
There are a lot of things which we feel of which betrayal is one of the foremost. A one shot I have written when all was lost in my world. A poem about Bella suffering though her emotions of love and betrayal.
Evanescence literally means to fade away into nothingness. To disappear. To efface from the face of the earth.
This is my version of a scene when Edward was gone, after telling Bella that she was just a distraction. Her thoughts as she walked down the beach over at La Push, though a tad bit over dramatic, is what I intended to write as an anxiety story, intending to convey the feelings of heart break in the form of poetry.
I KNOW THAT NOT MANY PEOPLE WILL READ SUCH POEMS AND EVEN IF THEY DO, THEY NEVER WOULD BOTHER DROP IN A REVIEW.
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EVANESCENCE
Too late to Regret
She walked across the beach, with a broken heart,
She felt like she was being torn apart,
She touched her heart with a shivering hand,
And felt like she would never love again…
Her fragile state was apparent, as she moved with small steps,
Her blood shot eyes,
Once brown and bright,
And within it murky depths lie, her bitter smile,
Her sharp intake,
Reminiscent of a heart break,
Her blood less lips,
Which once used to smile with genuine joy,
Her fingers tips, as they brushed away the constant tear,
A destroyed mind that would never let near,
Anyone,
To prevent another from breaking what was already broken…
His voice, his thoughts, his lips, his touch,
His expressive gold eyes,
His way with words, spinning easy lies,
All leading to her by him being destructed,
And in doing so, he destroyed what he himself had created…
Tears slid down her lovely face,
As she remembered the happy, joyous days
Spent with her beloved, as she had a long time before…
But alas, now no more…
Now no more -
Loving and being loved in return…...
The cold, unforgiving truth tore threw her like a harsh burn…
A paradise it was called by others,
But now thrown into the pits of rejection in hell,
She finally understood the cruel, real,
Eternal Truth that she should have learnt eons ago...
Dreams were never meant to last…
Never had, never are and never ever will last...
All she had were memories of the past,
Seemingly forever to last,
As if taunting her with what she once possessed,
But could not afford anymore,
Nothing but that tore
Her already frail will more.
She looked yonder, at the vast never ending sea,
The beautiful moon lighting the scene,
The calm picturesque beauty,
Sending waves of despair,
Her soul completely beyond repair.
Her sobs racked her with such might,
That she seemed to shatter from the sheer fright…
The beautiful full moon lighting the vista,
Listened to her untold story of days,
And the waves told her their secrets in their own silent ways.
She walked across through the sinking sand,
Struggling to gather the shattered pieces of her heart,
Although not to accost,
Knowing that one of them was lost,
Never to be found again,
Never to be replaced till the very end.
EVANESCENCE
Too late to Regret
Evanescence literally means to fade away into nothingness. To disappear. To efface from the face of the earth.
There are times when you feel utterly destroyed, dejected, depressed. Sometimes you experience inexpressible joy and happiness. Or you are lonely. Or you thoroughly enjoy yourself with society.
What are these feelings?
Why do we feel so many emotions?
Better yet, why do we feel at all?
Would it not be better to be cold and unfeeling permanently?
Would it not be better to not feel the betrayals, failures, malice, depression and all that life or rather fate and luck have to throw at you?
Even if you do have the optimism, would it not completely shatter you when even with your utter faith, you are let down?
Life comes with a lot of tests, tasks and hurdles.
Whether you walk away or against them does it even matter in the least?
We all have different ways in which we look and react to such.
The method we choose to act determines our survival and destruction.
The only thing we can do is follow our instincts and hope for the best.
Stereotypical. Yet it seems to be the only way.
THE END OR THE BEGINNING.
Its your choice.