She’s an unadulterated psychopath.
That’s what some would say
Such a mysterious character
But at times she seems
Lonely as she pulls hard on her smoke
Surrounded by a roomful of people
Atmosphere people
As her smoke drifts to the ceiling her eyes gaze out the window
Remembering how quickly things changed
Remembering the days
The days of starving for privacy with only one other around
Yet, hungry for love and attention
Like a damsel in a fairy tale
But always wanting satisfaction
Longing for their approval but, never feeling fulfilled
Never fully supported or understood
Afraid of wearing her heart on her sleeve
And so the world turns away from her
Their backs are far too familiar
They never meet her gaze
Only sideways glances
Peripheral vision
Never seeing the snapshot
The full picture
Then what?
What’s next on this page of her life, slowly humming on by
Sometimes it seems to be ripped out of a book.
A book filled with dark pages
Written by the complexity of her life
Sometimes it seems completely washed from words, blank for all to see
1 comment:
Very moving poem by Sarah White--
"washed from words" and yet she lives
-- a lesson for us to pay attention to those around us and give them more than "sideways glances" BElliott
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