Come one Come all
Step up to the show
And witness the girl
Of ashes, shadows, and snow
The frozen heart
That rests in her chest
Once whole, a masterpiece
Now hollowed, shattered, and distressed
"Oh this wretch"
"This fallen soul"
The audience gasps
While they skirt the toll
"This hollow form, of spite and sorrow"
Was once a girl who dreamed of tomorrow
She sang tunes of blossoms and laughter
Until life robbed her, and chased her disaster
Among the throng
All seated in rows
A little girl lingers, in whispers and throes
With daffodils dancing, and ribbons that glow
She observes the wreckage
Laid bare on the stage
And finds in the chaos
Her heart starts to gauge
In hopes she can mend
Before time slips away
Before her heart hardens
And transforms into clay.
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Author:
Mary73223 (
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- Published: April 15th, 2024 19:30
- Comment from author about the poem: This is a rough draft for the start of a new poem and I was hoping to get some feedback on it.
- Category: Unclassified
- Views: 2
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