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Irreparable
It seemed not so long ago
The world appeared beautiful and bright.
Without the slightest doubt, she’d always know
She believed in goodness , love, and light.
For she could see no other,
Not ugliness or blight.
She’d not alter her beliefs for any other,
She felt so certain she was right.
But there were those who saw only ugliness,
The world full of evil might.
They winced at her eyes of innocence,
Her naïveté how the would smite.
They said her world would surely fall,
How certain of it they said.
How awful and ugly it would come to call,
And soon she found her world was dead.
As sure as the world continues to turn
Scars appeared, never to heal.
And how she suffered the eternal burn,
The ugliness was much too real.
Now feeling lost, her beliefs forever gone,
The beauty and joy no longer there.
No new beginning and no new dawn,
The pain so strong that she must bear.
She lives her life in deep despair,
As rubble surrounds and feeds her fears.
For her life there’s no repair,
Not for the remaining of her years.
Copyright ©
Louise Kwalton
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