This is the first time in years that i've written a poem. And a symbolic one, never before.
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She’d never stepped out
Of her glorious past
Never dreamed that it wouldn’t last
She’d never stepped out
Of Rolls and silk
Diamonds, rubies and their ilk
She glided about
Her lovely doe eyes
Sweeping unseeing glances
Across chandeliers, manicured lawns,
Vales and clear skies
Blind to the sea of weeds
Blind to the splendor long gone
Leaving only pity in its wake
Not a single soul
Could she call her own
Fools they were
Those that called her a crone
Oh! What did they know?
Of the secrets she’d known?
The times gone by
Have left their scars unhealed
Scars? Or are they
Or are they relics
Of a past to be cherished?
