Once a darkness wrapped her soul,
A willow weeping, a devoid whole. 
Stole her hope, her pride, her lust. 
Pain twisted taking trust. 

She wandered vulnerable but free,
Deathly pale but not drug free. 
Chemically calmed, sedated, numb.
The only way to cope for some. 

Twisted visions of the truth,
Forever lost beauty and youth.
Broken wings no longer fly. 
Long ago she prayed to die. 

Confiscated innocence hides away,
Guilt and pain the devil's prey.
Underneath a blanket of death.
Maybe hope is her parting breath. 

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Cynthia Buell Thomas

Wed 31st May 2017 16:42

An important subject sensitively and squarely handled, with dignity.

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Fri 12th May 2017 01:50

This is by far my absolute favorite poem. it is so heartbreaking especially since I feel as if I can whole-heartedly relate to this. thank you for your beautiful and tragic words.

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