Embeded Emotions
I sit on this floor
and look at this same
six-sided room,
a die that I continue
in a trundle manner
for fortune's fate.
I search for a turnkey,
which I will not encounter,
for I am not of compliant natures.
Trapped and scared from
thoughts of turning
into procreators
that held the girl back.
Wings of tattered emotion
seem to be embedded in her back
are to show signs
of false hopes.
She calls herself Faith,
though she hasn't one.
To say in reply to what
her name means,
she is noone so
there is lost hope in herself.
You see her heart worn
a sleeve covering her
conflicts with emotion
on her forearm.
Soft spoken, her voice,
reassuring that
the timidity in her eyes
isn't there
when first glance
is gazed upon to be known.
Hair of silk,
long and black, body pale,
eyes bold,
all features of
the one who used to be
loved for who she was.
But as the snow falls
like flower petals,
falling elegantly off its stem,
so does the girl
falling for him.
Copyright © Elizabeth Baker | Year Posted 2006
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