STOP THE WORLD
Lost in my soul,
locked far away,
is the little girl I once was.
What happened?
Where did she go?
Long flowing hair,
sparkling blue eyes,
wide glorious smile;
all have been replaced
with gloomy reflections of a tired shadow.
Everything to live for,
on the outside, the perfect life;
on the inside, war torn damage.
Stop the world,
let me get off,
I don't want this any more.
Hurting,
cut to the quick,
drowning in unnamed fear.
2 comments:
Bobbi, your poems always go to the deepest part of my soul. This one is no exception.
Bobbi...Yes your poem drives a stake through the heart. I have seen so many married couples that are like the person in your poem...Seem like the perfect couple then out of the blue they get a divorce and we find out that their lives had been a living hell..but not so on the outside.
Dan
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