Scattered and tattered;
left with nothing but an awful little life.
A heart beating with the sound of misery,
home is long gone.
The town crier miming hope;
minds are filled with misery and mope.
Memories beckon to the burgeoning emptiness;
torment's scar was weaved with finesse.
Men left helpless only to cry and yawn.
Deceit was adorned with trust
and true love pervaded with blindless and lust.
Reality is elusive and fleeting.
Like Pandora- left only with hope.
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I love the wording in this poem. It left me having a lump in my throat and tears in my eyes when I read it.
So very sad.
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Beautiful poem. Good luck in the contest
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This was a true reading of depth and originality. You did such a nice job on this, and I especially liked the "deceit was adorned with trust" line....rhyming was nicely done, as well. Good luck in the contest.
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"tarttered" --> tattered
fix asap; or you'll be dq'd. -
sad
love the depth and haunting words, made me sad...
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Critical reviews will be nice
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