Outcast by Danell
Standing in the window light
She doesnt have a name
No one holds her hand or heart
Not a soul knows why she came
As teardrops coat her sunken cheeks
She turns her face away
Socially her body reeks
No one hears what she has to say
Her voice is not inviting
Darkened eyes are empty holes
Her lips are not enticing
Rotted mind and vacant soul
In the mind she is a phantom
A closed menagerie of pain
In her heart lies her distortion
The world erodes her life like rain
Listless atrophy envelops her
And all the scars she has run deep
It is impossible to love this thing
But in watching one must weep
This poem helps me express how I feel right now.
~subrosa77
Standing in the window light
She doesnt have a name
No one holds her hand or heart
Not a soul knows why she came
As teardrops coat her sunken cheeks
She turns her face away
Socially her body reeks
No one hears what she has to say
Her voice is not inviting
Darkened eyes are empty holes
Her lips are not enticing
Rotted mind and vacant soul
In the mind she is a phantom
A closed menagerie of pain
In her heart lies her distortion
The world erodes her life like rain
Listless atrophy envelops her
And all the scars she has run deep
It is impossible to love this thing
But in watching one must weep
This poem helps me express how I feel right now.
~subrosa77
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nosaintxxx:
your always welcome
vegasdaddy:
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