Sketch of a Wretched Woman
SKETCH OF A WRETCHED WOMAN
She sat there demurely, her eyes closed shut,
With a formidable weight on her mind,
About to crack up like a brittle nut,
She was in a rather tenuous bind -
Her life's interlude from all love resigned;
An immutable fact caused deep heartache,
She had a unique psyche, no man would take,
Alone in her sea of tears, she was left...
Though her brilliant sketch, an artist could make,
None could portray how she felt - all bereft.
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11/01/17
Placed 2nd in "Eight word challenge-5" contest,
sponsored by John Hamilton
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