Tuesday, 11 September 2012

Lost

Dressed properly, a red bow gleams;
She's so different from what she seems.
Her parents think she's all okay,
But her mind is lost so far away.
They talk to her with mindless words,
She nods quietly, process reversed.
Her parents think her head is fine
But she does owns a broken mind.
Her dull eyes hide a frightened soul
They are but pale windows.
She wears white and pastel pink
Adorning even, a little mink
She smiles and nods, a display
Her parents think she's all okay.
But little do her parents know
they lost their daughter years ago.

3 comments:

  1. Incredibly ominous.
    I absolutely love the idea of it, and the application is perfect.
    I love it

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  2. So sad, and so beautiful, imagery is brilliant, yet again, a brilliant poem my friend.

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