Shadow of the Butterfly Posted May 10, 2003 Report Posted May 10, 2003 Through vacant eyes she stares at me No hope to speak of present Pale skin stretches over delicate bone Little girl lost in the system From house to house They place her Not one of them a home Not one group of people there Dare she call a family Crumpled heart drawn in with crayon Dark browns and ugly yellows Little girl lost Knows the game The people she lives with Will soon grow tired of her And call Them to retrieve her She clutches her small, sad suitcase Against her one-last-breath-of- Maybe-they'll-change-their-minds constrained chest Through vacant eyes she stares ahead No hope to speak of present Little girl lost stumbles forth once more In her ever pressing need of acceptence Little girl lost Little girl lost Little girl dead Little girl died long ago Little girl died and lived through vacant eyes Little girl without hope
Tasslehoff Posted May 10, 2003 Report Posted May 10, 2003 What a trully sad and depressing poem you have there Mrs. Butterfly.. But I do say, thru the darkness shines the beautifullness [ I know its not a word.. I think ] of hte poem and its writing itself. Very well done.. I might just run off and read a few more of yours.
Chanz Posted May 11, 2003 Report Posted May 11, 2003 Well done!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! *claps* 4 u!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Chanz~
Amos Greywind Posted May 11, 2003 Report Posted May 11, 2003 wow bravo. I found that quites powerful Amos
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