THE OUTCAST, by mamen Subscribe to rss feed for 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,
          No place,
          No place,
    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,
          No place ,
  Was all that was granted.
Posted: 2011-09-14 07:44:36 UTC

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