literature

Reflections

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Published: Jan 29, 2012

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Literature Text

The face
My face
is such a sad face
is gone,
all shallow and pale,
its innocence and life
the skin duller then snow
stolen
and cold as ice,
never to be rescued,
cheeks caved and covered
for the damage is
in long dark circles,
forever permanent,
eyes once so big and bright
they can never
filled with hope and laughter
fix what is
now stay dull and dark
broken,
forever tired from
just letting me
the hell they are force to see
live through pain
and try to survive through,
and hell everyday
This face is mine.
Because of my mystery.