Foredoom Poem by Georgia Douglas Johnson

Foredoom



Her life was dwarfed, and wed to blight,
Her very days were shades of night,
Her every dream was born entombed,
Her soul, a bud,—that never bloomed.

Wednesday, April 6, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: dream
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