Her countenance scarred by
The random abuse of occasions.
Beauty once envied
Now unrecognizable.
Her pride hidden beneath
Her unwanted fears;
Her mind abandoned,
Trapped within
The asylum of obscurity.
Her countenance scarred by
The random abuse of occasions.
Beauty once envied
Now unrecognizable.
Her pride hidden beneath
Her unwanted fears;
Her mind abandoned,
Trapped within
The asylum of obscurity.
A hauntingly beautiful write.
Anna
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Breathtaking; fear of obscurity and simply not being ‘known’ seems to be more of a problem in society and the world of celebrity than ever.
My entry: http://halfwaybetweenthegutter.wordpress.com/2012/04/08/smudge/
nice poem
dysfunctional
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Before I could even finish this I had thoughts of Whitney Houston. Great poem once again David.
*The random abuse of occasions*, I feel this deeply my friend…
Made me think of all those old stars looking for a come back by being on Dancing With the Stars.
I am intrigued by the second line.
Hauntingly beautiful!