Through her eyes tell a story,
Blood runs as she gets up in the morning,
But she just stares.
You don't see her scars,
You don't see her emotions,
but that doesn't mean there not there.
Her life is a art work,
Her tears are a cry for help,
But it never gets answered.
She is just helpless,
Her life is a mess,
Her hope dies out.
A contest entry
- Photo Inspired by lie.
600 points, ended March 18, 2007, 15 entries
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Comments
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Sorry for not commenting on your poem sooner. Anyway, your poem is very deep and emotionally depressing.
This is a very universal topic, that I think every girl/woman can relate to. It tells of that feeling that everything is wrong and it's very forward in the message.
These lines spoke brilliantly:
"Her life is a art work,
Her tears are a cry for help,"
Thank you greatly for entering the contest and again sorry for the delay.
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