Hi, just thought I'd put up another poem, to see if I could improve on my writing. R and r please.
Mrs. Havisham.
Curtained windows hide me from the world;
I don't deserve to be seen.
This house, prison, contains my rage
At the man I once thought was mine.
No
He belonged to the world, a tool
In the hand of God used to disrupt my life,
To cause strife,
Cut out my heart with a carving knife,
And then run away with his stolen property.
She
Will help me exact my revenge upon the world
That has slighted me,
Spit on me and ignited
The burning bush of vengeance in my heart.
The
Mirror's crack'd from side to side,
Those cheeky brats say it's my fault,
If you had seen me before the heartbreak,
You would have thought me beautiful,
Undeniably stunning, and possibly even wonderful.
But
Now age has taken this from me too,
I don't know how you
Can bear to
Look at me