The Song Of The Broken Beauty Poem by Catya Prager
The Song Of The Broken Beauty
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.
you have done such a good job on this i love it! ! ! :) keep up the good work! .
Good poem, full of meaning. Thanks I invite you to read and comment on my poems
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4/26/2024 4:54:29 AM # 1.0.0.1119
straying thoughts turning a pointer! great write Catya.