A lost, dismembered soul,
amongst a field of lilies.
Chairs, tombstones of imaginary friends.
Forever leaving her, like the others.
A Storm is brewing,
inside her aching heart.
Trapped between real and fantasy.
Always told she's not good enough.
Just a lonesome girl,
wrongly tagged evil.
Close your eyes and dream little girl.
Cross to the other side,
it's time to go home now.
To a place where you'll be loved.
And run with the others,
in a field of roses.
Author notes
Photo by: http://www.deviantart.com/
Picture Link: http://liek.deviantart.com/art/I-see-empty-people-64777426
I hope this makes sense. This piece is about a field where lost souls come before they cross to the other side. It tells the story of a girl before she makes the journey.
A contest entry
- Liek Picture Inspired #1 by Manda Kathryn.
450 points, ended June 13, 2008, 8 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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Beautifully captivating, I love the image of lost souls frolicking through the fields of lilies and roses.
Charming
♥
Thank you & Best of luck
Stay safe
~Manda


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Very well done. Beautifully done. I like the words you used. Very nice write. Superb.
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I like it!
I especially like lines 5-10. Great visuals there and so many people are labelled by others on their outward appearance or expression.
Keep up the great work!

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Thank you
That means a lot.
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