Afraid of seeing herself,
She hides from the sunlight,
Avoids mirrors, lingers in shadows,
And only walks the streets after midnight.
She has a pretty face,
Any young man would like to kiss her,
Sing to her from the heart
Frank Sinatra-like.
She has a melancholy disposition,
And lives in a secret world of fear.
Youth vanishes in the blink of an eye
And hers’ may disappear
Before anyone ever knows
She was ever here.
Perhaps a more contemporary definition of the proverbial Wall Flower & very eloquently detailed & constructed by a very talented quiller... F.J.R.
There are many hidden people due to fear. Great poem. A 10 from me.
Wow.... That poem was so strong and sad... Good work. Smiles N Hugs Rissa: -)
You have achieved a wonderful empathy with this girl who walks in the shadows. Tender write, Uriah. Warm regards, Sandra
Alarm bells ringing... beautifully written, poignant message sweetheart. t x
Uriah, this one reminds me of Laura in Tennessee Williams' the Glass Menagerie. So painfully shy that she hides from life with her flat chest and her built up boot. A sad and beautifully drawn portrait of fear and loneliness. love, Allie xxxx
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A heartfelt verse of a soul lost in mistaken belief.... Alison