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Great Expectations (A tale of suffering)

Poetry By: Revera Love

This is a story of a woman lost withen herself.

Submitted:Mar 25, 2012    Reads: 36    Comments: 13    Likes: 4   

she sits, a jewel in fire

heraqua eyes obscured by grease

in filth, no one's desire

with fears that will not cease.

Alone, on beds of tattered cloth,

She sleeps away her nights.

The seats of grime, alive with moths

that leave at thefirst light.

She is the weak, the wary,

The child on the street

The one whose youth and merry

istrampled byTime's feet.

She was the bright eyed bell.

The Hope, the Strength, the Life

Now she lives in hell.

The Pain, the Loss, the Strife.


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