Lost Soul

Her face, lifeless. Her eyes, hypnotizing. Yet in those languid, hypnotizing eyes holds such sorrow, such sadness many have never experienced in twenty, forty, eighty years. Those blue eyes she once thought were so beautiful betrayed her at a moment's glance. They no longer captivated souls her heart longed for; they no longer held the fire to set a heart aflame, no longer sparkled like the diamonds in the sky; they no longer held the childlike freedom they once had. They were now cold, unfeeling, and unsympathetic. Those tired eyes (with the dark circles that rest just below in tormenting sight) at one time were her favorite attribute, and the only, she believed.

Her pallid skin was the first to display her soul's torment to a blind audience; the first to show what her future held once it robbed her of her youth and a beauty she never had faded to premature wrinkles. She prayed every night for beauty unlike anything anyone's ever seen, but to no avail. As she walks listlessly to her mirror, praying with each step that her prayers had been answered, she finds, to her dismay, they had not. Her eyes staring back at her in disgust still remained dull, lifeless. Her skin still remained rough, her hair becoming lighter to signify she was indeed becoming old.

How she dreamed she could stop this. She knew, however, many before her wished the same, but it was impossible; nothing could stop fate, life.

Reviews

[Tony Williams]

Very poetic. Is there more to this, or is this standalone?
"robbed her of her youth and a beauty she never had faded to premature wrinkles"

[Kool Kat]

that was intresting but awesome

[October Oblivion]

*hugs you* I especially loved this piece because of the entrancingly beguiling descriptions you so effortlessly detailed. *wipes away a spare tear* Amazing read.

[Trish D.]

interesting write. enjoyed.

[Coyote Poetry]

"How she dreamed she could stop this. She knew, however, many before her wished the same, but it was impossible; nothing could stop fate, life."
I like the story and the strong description in this short story. Beauty can leave us and hope become hard to find. Thank you for the excellent story.
Coyote