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A ghostly image
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A ghostly image |
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Angel Sighs And Smiles Junior Member
since 2000-08-01
Posts 16 |
She sits at the bus station, tattered and torn. A sad, stooped figure appearing to mourn. Seemingly looking at the hands in her lap. To my surprise, I take a step back. Back in the shadows so I might see, a glimmer of who this woman might be. Is she a Mother? A Daughter? A Wife? What could have happened to bring her this life? The people dont see her as they rush by. To their busy lives they go and never ask why. She lifts a filthy hand to her hair. What is so important that these people don't care? Something familiar, my soul starts to shriek. Another step, there's a tear on her cheek. Something familiar about her face. I choke back my fear and quicken my pace. I look at this woman, this woman of scorn, and I see the truth. My heart is torn. This invisible woman that the people dont see; this long lost soul. This woman is me. [This message has been edited by Angel Sighs And Smiles (edited 08-02-2000).] |
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Sudhir Iyer Member Ascendant
since 2000-04-26
Posts 6943Mumbai, India : now in Belgium |
Angel, A very well written poem... very touching and heart-felt... regards, sudhir. P.S. small typo on line 1, stanza 4 shreik - shriek?  |
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poutprincess Senior Member
since 2000-07-06
Posts 735Perth, Western Australia, Australia |
this IS good! it held me through till the end! very good indeed! |
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