Saints Come In Boxes

• Abbey Turton, Grade 9
• Poetry
• 2007

I'm free from the cage of eternities,

time to take revenge,

It's time to see,whos burning me,

to find a fake inside a friend.

my fingers parched, thirsty heart,

trying to clear the mess,

its such a laugh, down loves path,

mocking what I do best.

Chase the fake, a heart to brake,

looking too deep inside,

pick up the pace, haste, haste,

two seconds to weave the perfect lie.

easy go , u should know,

timing means the world,

so much to show, in one blow,

to hurt an innocent girl.

I am wrong, you are gone,

but you know that you are worse,

and all along, the light shone,

upon the one you hurt.

It is you, it's the truth,

it was only ever translucent,

and skies turn blue, but to you,

you can see right through them.

It's only light, life too tight,

your hands on your own neck,

and all your might, into the night,

you turn to pain instead.