Catya Prager

The Song Of The Broken Beauty - Poem by Catya Prager

Her hair's muddy;
Her spirit's broken;
Her hands bloody
Bear pain's token.

The wild child
Uncaring of the world's rules
Her sorrows were mild
Until she fell the victim of men-
and fools.

Now she stands a ruin
Of who she once was
The tainted shadow
That all humans become.

Poet's Notes about The Poem

No big story. Just kinda felt like I had to write it.

Comments about The Song Of The Broken Beauty by Catya Prager

  • (7/17/2013 5:23:00 AM)

    straying thoughts turning a pointer! great write Catya. (Report) Reply

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  • (2/11/2013 12:33:00 AM)

    you have done such a good job on this i love it! ! ! :) keep up the good work! . (Report) Reply

  • Patricia Grantham (2/10/2013 5:11:00 PM)

    Good poem, full of meaning. Thanks I invite you to read and comment on my poems (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, February 10, 2013

Poem Edited: Monday, February 11, 2013

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