THE OUTCAST, by mamen
Hiding from piercing light’s exposure,
Abiding by peaceful night’s composure.
Vision blurred by tears,
Path obscured by fears;
She is a rolling mossy stone,
She can call home.
Her pretty face, pale with grief.
Her mind’s at race with no relief.
Faith shattered being betrayed,
Hope shattered being dismayed,
A place among others was all she wanted;
No place ,
Was all that was granted.
|Posted: 2011-09-14 07:44:36 UTC|
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