Woman Of Destitute Poem by Deandrea Grant

Love is an illusion for the woman of destitute
Prostituting her emotions and soul loosing what is cherished as gold
Searching and seeking trying to feel an empty hollow place that was replaced with emptiness and worthlessness feelings that she carry with every decision
To be or not to be
In love stricken with reality in silence and solitude theres no presence of herself because she given so many pieces of her precious being neglecting her worth for gratification that physical satisfaction only pleases the flesh leaving the spirit famished and ready to ascend
Love is an illusion for the woman of destitute barren in her heart mind and emotions have harden and become obsolete
She wonders from man to man wondering is that he the he that will give her power life peace value relevance but little do she know all that she seek is buried within like a treasure
but love is an illusion for the woman of destitute because she has eyes but can not see