The Cheerless Maiden - Poem by Shey Herrington
The Cheerless maiden, deprived of any joy life could dribble on her, stood there lifelessly.
She stood there there despret for help, but received none.
Reaching up, she scrached a nonexistent itch too stop the silent tear from falling and making a thunderous noise on the icy dirt she now looked at.
Pulling her coat snug, thoughts of rage snached her out of her preasent state and into a mind of endless agony and despair.
Not containing a physical mind, she flung herself here and there, spitting out words without a meaning.
Cold, tired and out of breath she sank to the damp cold earth, mourning over her misery.
Comments about The Cheerless Maiden by Shey Herrington
Read this poem in other languages
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.