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The forgotten
Wandering eyes do tell
A tale of true despair.
An innocent left behind,
with empty eyes and satin hair.
She wanders the barren halls,
Searching yet unable to find.
The surviving fragment of sanity,
In the deepest sinews of her mind.
The strands of hope have faded,
A light that shines no more.
Echos of a forgotten yesterday,
Like footsteps on the floor.
Her essence will remain,
Long after her mortal self is gone.
For she will never depart,
This place where she belongs.
A tale of true despair.
An innocent left behind,
with empty eyes and satin hair.
She wanders the barren halls,
Searching yet unable to find.
The surviving fragment of sanity,
In the deepest sinews of her mind.
The strands of hope have faded,
A light that shines no more.
Echos of a forgotten yesterday,
Like footsteps on the floor.
Her essence will remain,
Long after her mortal self is gone.
For she will never depart,
This place where she belongs.
Published 2nd Feb 2012
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2nd Feb 2012 4:52am
Nice! This poem is very well written - like the other one I commented on :). Keep up the great work, I enjoy reading it.
2nd Feb 2012 9:51pm
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