Treali Poem

I wrote this in May. It is about Treali Storm. Well of course, considering the title. In case you are unaware (which you very well may be) I am an aspiring crime novelist and Treali is one of my most well developed characters. She is a murderer wanted by the FBI and many other places.

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Single stream of moonlight

Falling softly on her face

Illuminating the weary, well worn features

Silver hair gleaming

Soft, tired eyes gazing

At something far off in the distance

Something only she can see

Darkness penetrating everywhere

Dusk fades into twilight

Stars above glimmer in the midnight sky

Crescent moon stares on indifferently

Unfeeling

Unsympathetic

Not caring

Waves lap gently against the shore

Methodically, habitually

In rhythm to her tears

They wash away her sadness

They carry off her guilt

They purify her soul

She sees none of this

She sees all of this

She is barely real

She is barely human

Some consider her inhuman

She remains long into the wee hours

Of morning

Of mourning lives lost long ago

She remembers

                Soft, warm voices comforting her

                Fighting off her fears

                Wiping away her tears

                Soft, warm arms holding her

                Cuddling her close

                Protecting her from all harm

                Soft, warm love

                Encompassing her existence

                Vivifying her soul

                Making her whole

Making her who she is today

She is surreal

She is unbelievable

She is not a figment of your imagination

She lingers for a moment

Remembering

Sighing

Wistful

She remembers

                The rage

                Uncontrollable

                Fury filling her heart

                Threatening to melt the crucible

                The pain

                Unreal

                Anguish

                Excruciating

                Agony

                Threatening to destroy her spirit

                To break her into nothing

                The looks in her victims’ eyes

                Distant

                Vaguely aware of their own deaths

                Insistent

                Dark sometimes

                Light in others

                Brooding

                Haunting

                The guilt

                An overshadowing dread

                Persistent

                Heavy

                Weighing her down

She remembers

                She walked away

                She fled away

                She disappeared

Piercing blue eyes shift

They stare blankly out at

The unfeeling ocean

She walks inside

Forgetting for a moment those tragic lives

                Young lives full of promise

                Old lives full of wisdom

                Many lives with meaning

Forgetting for a moment

                How five thousand

                Lay dead

                Because of her

Forgetting for a moment

                Who she really is

                Her own identity

Sighing

She slips inside

Until tomorrow night