She shelters in the crevice
of a dark tattered building
Wind sways the shadows around her
Enveloping her in darkness
Where no one notices her tears
She watches the world pass by
Slow motion.
A pale hand reaches out
Grasping for a reason
Fingers outstretched
Longing hope to come.
The rain catches her
She retreats
Trembles in the cold
Frantically wishing
Salvation will come.
What do you see?
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The pain in this comes out at you. I hope that this has nothing to do with you, and just something you came up with. It was really good and I enjoyed the flow. I missed you and your work
. Welcome back!!!
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this is so very sad but if she keeps wishing then there is still hope and one day I hope she will keep reaching until she can be pulled from her shadow. awsome write
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aww... this is wonderful. and very sad. its so beautifully penned, your words really made an impact and they flow so well keep the faith alive
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Lonely
You capture the longing of every fearful heart with this brief verse. Tears, and the fingers stretched to catch a whisper of hope are a vivid image. Salvation could take several forms, and you let us fill in the rest of the story from our own haunted nightmares. Excellent write!
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You have written a powerful word picture here. Very well done. A great read.
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