The Lost

The lost of being a girl

The lost

Quick steps to the edge

long hair chases her

the beauty of the love itself,

adorn het little doll's face

the fear of hellfire

the collapse of her world

she become overtaken,

by the fragments of her life

alone she stands on the edge

so much men are around her

worshiped by so many hands,

she lost herself

Reviews

[Lucien Maier]

interesting it did not grab me at first but I pushed myself through the last paragraph has a lot of potential.

[Scott Metro]

A very lovely poem...
Enjoyed this...


Scott