A rotting apple still holds a seed

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
A poem that describes how some one can appear bad but deep inside they are good and just a little lost and confused.

Submitted: April 16, 2012

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See inside this isolated head .
There hangs a  fragile Little thread, 
Holding a remainder of hope.
Sanity,dangling from a unraveling rope. 
 
Below waits a war , a intertwining fight .
Inside of  her head its locked out of sight. 
To save her from this sorrow she just needs to be seen 
for who she is and not who she has been. 
 
She cries out in anguish "I just need them to see!"
I am just a perplexed girl longing to be free.
She is trapped in her own complicated state.
A prison that holds its own private debate.
 
Were lies work there magic and false words  persuade
and all that once was purely fades away. 
Conflictions they brake her, they mess her around .
Confusion takes over and that knocks her down. 
 
Blinded by loneliness,comforted by pain. 
portrayed as a sinner her innocence slain. 
Masked by inaccuracy that her conflictions wield.
A reputation was born and a deal was sealed.
 
Forsaken to solitude,lost and alone 
falling in deeper ,and none of this known .
You can see with your eyes .what the out side holds
but you must feel with your heart,to find out what no one else knows.
 
A apple can rote,turn bad , its not as sweet I agree 
but behind all that badness there  lies a beautiful seed.
 
 
 
 


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