Come one Come all
Step up to the show
And witness the girl
Of ashes ashes and snow
The frozen heart
That sits in her chest
Once whole and loved
Now hollow, broken and falling apart
"Oh this wreatch"
"This fallen girl"
The audience crys
While averting their eyes
"This hollow thing, of spite and madness"
Was once a girl devoid of sadness
She sang songs of flowers and rabbit
Until she was robbed, and fell to lunacy
Of the audience
All seated in chairs
A little girl only partially there
With Daffodils and ribbons in hair
She watches the mess
Displayed on the stage
And finds that she
Can sadly relate
Hopefully she can heal
Before it's to late
Before her heart freezes
And she turns to art
- Author: Mary73223 ( Offline)
- 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
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