Great Expectations (A tale of Suffering)

A woman trapped withen herself.

Great Expectations

She sits, a jewel in fire.

Her aqua eyes obscured by grease

In filth, no one's desire

with fears that will not cease.

Alone, on beds of tattered cloth,

She sleeps away her nights.

The seats of grime, alive with moths

that leave at the first light.

She is the weak, the wary,

The child on the street

The one whose youth and merry

Is trampled by Time's feet.

She was the bright eyed bell.

The Hope, the Strength, the Life

Now she lives in hell.

The Pain, the Loss, the Strife.

 

Reviews

[One Hundred Fingers]

Hauntingly beautiful...very interesting title! It's like although she expects great things...she is continually being let down by time and life. Powerful. Keep up the great work!! ::CF::

[Revera Love]

Thank you so much for reading. That is exactly the emotions I was hoping to muster. I'm glad you liked it :)

Btw what does ::CF:: mean?

[One Hundred Fingers]

Oh dear...I totally meant ::OHF:: ....ignore that. Haha.