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Where
is the little girl?
Her
eyes were like jewels,
Stars
sparkling in the night sky.
Time
stretched her away.
Where
is the little girl?
She
slowly departed her faith,
She
became indifferent,
Her
morals, slowly crushed.
Where
is the little girl?
Off
into college she went,
Trusting
no one, alone she became.
She
never understood.
Where
is the little girl?
Children
she inherited,
A
husband; loved, conditionally.
Her
mind slowly declined.
Where
is the little girl?
She
became frightened,
No
direction in her life.
She
was lonelier than ever.
Where
is the little girl?
Every
night she cried,
Scars
slowly biting away.
She
suffered silently.
Where
is the little girl?
She
jumped for her life,
A
second is all it took.
She
lied on the floor.
Where
is the little girl?
What
changed that childish heart?
That
little girl is ubiquitous.
In
her lonely daughter’s reflection.
-Erick Flores
Sobering and sad! The last line stunning!
ReplyDeleteHello Janet,
ReplyDeleteThank you for visiting my blog. I am glad you found it! I hope to have you here on my blog more often.
Erick Flores